What's your ideal day off?

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Ace sat on his couch, staring blankly at the wall and thinking. The sound of his phone going off being the one thing to snap him out of his daze. He reaches for it, expecting it to be a message from Karissa, but knowing that it wasn't possible and that she was dead. He relapsed, he's back to the way he was when she first died, and that scares him. Especially since he doesn't know the cause.
  His eyes look at the messages, it's Cole. He sent a picture, in it he's with an icy, blue-haired male. He's the friend that Ace can only assume is allowing him to stay with him. The man is taller than Cole, and in the picture is using him as a head rest. He's looking at the camera lazily, the amber color of his eyes showing up vividly. According to Cole, Ace went to school with this guy, but he doesn't look familiar at all.
As long as Cole is happy, and from the image, Ace can only guess that he is. He ends up texting back a 'he looks nice' and pushes his phone to the side. Must be nice to be happy. Ace stands up, he's being too bitter about this. He already put a bandage on his finger, but he's still hungry.
Instead of cooking though, he gets dressed and heads out. He doesn't really know where he's going, just that he's looking for a restaurant. After a few minutes on the road, he spots one before going in, then he orders his food. It's decent. He can't complain, but it's not the best meal he's had.
He can't even recall a meal that he considers to be the best he's had. He hasn't visited the orphanage recently, and he should. He owes so much to them, and he considers them to be a part of his family. They deserve to know what's happening, right? He makes a mental note to make time to visit them on his next day off.
After he made that promise to himself, he goes back to his apartment. He has a couple of hours before he needs to make the drive to the therapist's office. Once he parked his car, he noticed someone standing in-front of the brick building. It looks like Ryker, but it's hard to tell because he's too far.
Ace gets out of the car, and as he gets closer to the blond, he can see that it really is Ryker. He veers off his path and heads towards him instead. The male has a cigarette in his hand and he's staring at the sky. Once Ace's footsteps get into hearing range, he looks over at him. He could see from his eyes that he's upset about something, "Hey, Ryker."
"Hey, yourself," he scoffs and looks back at the sky, taking a drag from the cigarette in his hand. "Don't you work today?"
"No, I got the day off," Ace shakes his head, even knowing that he's not paying attention to him. "Do you?"
The blond lets out a deep sigh, and he shakes his head, "No, they don't need me today so they told me not to come in... which just sucks."
"What kind of work do you do for them to just send you home?" Ace tilts his head, he was never aware of such a job existing.
"I work construction," he nods slowly before putting out his cigarette. "They're... strange. I've known the company's owner... ever since I was born. Can't seem to escape from them."
"Your parents?" Ace watches as Ryker turns to him and bites his bottom lip.
"My uncle," he runs his fingers through his hair and looks away again. "My mom died. And... my father... all I remember are bad things. We don't talk much, but my uncle... he... just can't seem to let me go."
He wanted to ask another question, but knew that it would cross the line of their newfound relationship. But only if the answer is what Ace is thinking, especially if it is. So he keeps the question to himself. And Ryker keeps the answer to the silence a secret.
"Well, we should probably get inside," the blond pushes off the wall, taking the cigarette butt inside the inner walls and up the stairs. Ace follows him until he reaches his apartment door, and Ryker stops halfway up the stairs. "It was nice talking to you. I hope you have a good day."
He doesn't wait for Ace to respond before he vanishes to where Ace can't see him. The black-haired man shakes his head before he goes inside his living space. He plops himself onto the couch, he's stretched out on his stomach. His phone goes off again, so he checks it.
Cole: Have you eaten? You need to take care of yourself :)
Ace smiles and shakes his head, "I should be saying that to you, the last I knew of, you couldn't even cook your own meals."
Cole: Well, I'm not alone ;) you are
Ace: Well, I've been on my own a lot longer than you. So yes, I ate.
Cole: Good, but don't let yourself go now
Ace: Now why would I do that?
Cole: Good question, but nonetheless still unanswerable because I don't know what happening in your life. Is everything okay?
Ace pauses, should be tell him about everything? Or should he just talk to his therapist about it? Should he just wait and see? Instead of answering, he puts the cellular device off to the side and puts on a movie. He still has a couple of hours to kill before he meets with his therapist, and he was going to try to enjoy them.
  Ace: I'm fine, just have an appointment with my therapist in a couple of hours. But, enough about me, the guy in the picture, are you two dating?
  It takes a few minutes a for Ace to get a reply, probably because Cole kept trying to find the right words to describe his relationship with him. Or maybe he was just busy. But it's not like Ace could blame him. He just did the same thing. Ignored the question until he came up with a proper answer.
  Cole: Nah we're just friends, bro. He's really nice and supportive. He's been through a lot, so he knows how to deal with a bunch of different things, so I bet he'd make a great boyfriend one day though.
  Ace nods, knowing that Cole can't see him, but he understands that answer. And he can't help but wonder, if he could be a good boyfriend. If he ever got another girlfriend. If his heart could ever mend from the betrayal of what Karissa did and said to him. If he could ever forgive himself for all the hurt and pain he's caused to those around him.
  Ace: Well, I'm happy you've got someone to support you.

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