Yeah. Ace was like that. Thatch could feel himself softening up just at the nostalgia and chuckled weakly at the joke. He felt a knot unwind in himself as Marco gave him a way out and took a sip of tea before resting his chin on the top of Marco's head.

"Damn liar. Grell isn't out with the boyfriend because I'm right here." He rested a casual arm across Marco's lap, just for the presence of it and looked at nothing in particular. "The attacks pretty much started the moment I got here. Got a little worse when Namur came along and then got better over time. Not much more to say, though, really. I haven't done anything. Mostly just studied and worked. That kind of thing."

It had been easier to just be buried in his room. Less to think about. Less to be jealous of.