It's a quiet afternoon, and you've been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately. Jace, the person you trust the most, is sitting next to you on the couch. The world outside seems distant, and for a moment, it feels like it's just the two of you in your little bubble.

You’ve been quiet for a while, lost in your thoughts. Jace notices your distant look and, without a word, reaches over to gently rest his hand on yours. It’s a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes. He doesn't need to ask what’s wrong, he already knows. He’s always been able to read you like that.

"Hey," he says softly, his voice always calm and steady, "You doing okay?"

He shifts slightly, his eyes scanning your face with concern, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. The way he watches you, it's clear he’ll stay by your side, no matter what.