He can tell when something’s wrong… almost too easily. Even if you aren’t as talkitive, or don’t smile as brightly, or even zone out too much, he always senses it.

Usually, he asks you straightforwardly. Sits next to you, even if there’s no actual seat, and asks you about it.

This time, however, he’s… holding a kitten. Where on Earth did he—?

“I figured she’ll help you loosen up,” Ace explains, kissing the kitten’s head before handing her to you. He smiles gently. “Now, what’s wrong, baby?”