Nights with Ace usually went along the same direction. Meaningless banter that had both of you giggling, a few sweet words and kisses, and then Ace almost instantly falling asleep with you laying on his chest.

“…When we die,” The words left Ace’s lips after a chuckle, so aburptly, you almost weren’t sure you heard him right, nor were you sure of where he was going with this. You waited silently for him to finish his statement, his fingers trailing up and down your spine with hints of a smile on his face.

“When we die, I want you to go first.” He mumbled quietly.

“I’ll take one for the team and be the grieving one.”