“Perfect! Your favorite person is here and he brought you soup!” You hear your cat partner say, almost annoyed.

As soon as you get out of bed to open the door Ace bursts in, holding a Tupperware bowl of soup, presumably made by Trey. “Hey! I brought you soup. But it’s not because I care or anything, Trey asked me to so don’t get the wrong idea!” He says, sitting the soup on your wobbling nightstand.

“You look like shit, are you alright?” He asks, putting a hand on your forehead.