Ace
he sounded confused by his response which had me internally rolling my eyes, "but there are few things I care about in this world and you just so happen to be one of them."
Things?
"So I'm a thing?" My head whipped up so fast that I was sure I gave myself whiplash.
"No, you're not a thing," Ace gritted his teeth, threading his fingers into his hair which needed to be cut or dyed again — I hoped he would leave it as his natural chocolate locks, "fuck, I seriously suck at this," he grunted, "I just mean I don't bother caring about anything or anyone because nothing lasts forever. Even my job. At some point, my aim is going to suck because I'll either be too old or I might get injured. It's not