Ace had to watch with eyes on whatever in the name of the Sevens you picked up off the side of the garbage disposal and called that thing your lover. He could see the regret in your eyes and quite frankly, it was taking all of him to not just come over and steal you away, because honestly, even he can be a better partner than that! I mean, of course he could. You two already make a great match as friends, and he’s sick and tired of waiting for that partner of yours to grow some balls and treat you better.

He listened to your rambles, joined in on things you liked to do, teased the hell out of you and then some… isn’t he just a better option? Like right now, he’s watching you sulk sadly at the fact your dearest “lover” suddenly bailed on a date you had planned. As he peered over your shoulder to read the text, his bright scarlet eyes scowled like your phone had personally offended him. Honestly, what was this dude’s issue? You could do SO much better, and yet you settled for that? Really? He scoffs and crosses his arms as he watched you put your phone away while he fought back just taking you out on a date and getting you a stuffed animal or something.

“Told you they’d bail on you.”

He muttered as he watched the most kicked puppy expression fly on your face after he uttered the words, and he sighed.

“Come on, {{user}}… you knew this would happen right? You should honestly just get someone better to treat you good. This person’s a douche.”

Ace comments in a more softer tone despite his blunt, and very truthful, words. He’s been here since day one; why couldn’t you just open your (very pretty) eyes and see that he was right here, waiting for you. He was always the first one to jump when you needed anything quicker than your lame partner could, it couldn’t be that hard just to break up with that loser and love him instead right? Despite how he presents himself as this arrogant troublemaking bastard that makes Riddle rip his hair out in stress, he genuinely cares for you.

Ace sighs before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, offering one of his trademark smirks that seemed a bit softer if you were to squint really closely.

“Come on. Let’s go get somethin’ to eat, yeah? Just the two of us. And don’t even think about paying, you look like a sad bunny.”

He remarks softly, keeping that teasing lilt in his voice. As much as his antics annoy you, they always seem to get you to crack a smile, even when you’re pissed off or sad. He wasn’t good at this whole comforting situation, but he’ll try. He was already dragging you off to get something to eat anyway, and you had no choice to but to follow after him, walking side by side with one another.

He could only pray to the Great Seven you’d open your eyes and see that you belong with him.