Ace could feel the ground shifting beneath them, their unsteady steps making it clear that the carnival was not going well. He slid his arm around their shoulders, steadying them as best as he could.

“You okay?” His voice was light, but there was a soft edge of concern beneath the teasing tone. He couldn’t help it—watching them wobble like that, looking completely out of sorts, was kind of funny. But he’d been there before.

He glanced at their face, the greenish hue creeping in, and he couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips. “ ‘Cause you look like you’re about to fall over.”

A small laugh escaped him, but it wasn’t mocking. He knew that feeling all too well.