[ Ah fuck, Ace... Marco softens under all that formless gratitude, still so angry at this world that took Ace away and spat him back out and furious that those fucking brats would try anything and livid that Ace has to feel like this but Ace is just... God, Ace is so good. Ace is always good and kind and full of love and Marco's heart's fucking breaking all over again, fuck. ]
[ He can't help himself. The force of will, the wall of impenetrable stone in Marco's soul that will be Ace's armor for as long as he needs it stays steady, but some of that overwhelming fury burns down. He tightens his grip as well, hand on the back of Ace's head holding him close, pressing his face into Ace's hair. ]
You can stay with me. You can stay with me as long as you need. I've got you.
[ He doesn't know how to handle the thanks. Hell, Red-Hair is who they all really owe. Maybe just being here will be answer enough. ]
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Date: 2019-02-28 08:30 am (UTC)[ He can't help himself. The force of will, the wall of impenetrable stone in Marco's soul that will be Ace's armor for as long as he needs it stays steady, but some of that overwhelming fury burns down. He tightens his grip as well, hand on the back of Ace's head holding him close, pressing his face into Ace's hair. ]
You can stay with me. You can stay with me as long as you need. I've got you.
[ He doesn't know how to handle the thanks. Hell, Red-Hair is who they all really owe. Maybe just being here will be answer enough. ]