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After the whole incident, it took the girls a while to settle down which isn't surprising.

"Here I'll get blankets and stuff" I hopped up off of the couch and ran upstairs.

I really just wanted to check on Ace but I knew I had to give him a while to calm down before I did.

I knocked lightly on Ace's door. I peeked in to see Ace sitting on the edge of his bed, running his hands through his hair stressfully.

"Are you angry at me?" He asked with a certain vulnerability in his voice. "No, are you angry at me?" I asked nervously. He shook his head, no. I walked up to him but not before shutting his door. "I couldn't kill you even if I wanted to" Ace admitted vulnerably. "I know" I rubbed his back whilst standing beside him.

I know he's hurting from his mothers death; it's making him think and act irrationally.

Ace's shirt was off and for the first time ever he was in sweatpants. His room was dark and the only source of light was the sun peaking through the heavy black curtains.

He stood up