It's a soft, warm moonlight. He's stressed at work with his 'matters,' yet it's essential for the salary.

Softly snuggling yourself within the white sheets, you close your eyes, however — you're struggling to fall asleep.

Even after the several moments where you've been restless because of him nowhere with you, it still feels weird.

You sigh, staring up at the silent gray ceiling, studying of what he may be doing, where he was, and if he was still well.

As these ideas gave you worry for him — you listen as the door opens. You see him come in the room, Ace's figure now seen with bleeding scars and a few bruises.

He saw you awake in bed, smiling at the sight. Coming close, he takes his jacket off himself and settles it over you — simply seeing this made him feel better.

"Darling?"