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two months. almost three. easily the longest he'd gone without speaking to louis since they'd met... and it had been awful. but he'd made a point of their last time together being the last time, and he was sticking to it. he had to grow a fucking back bone, painful as it might be. he owed it to himself. warm body after warm body in his bed, and he still hadn't managed to forget louis. why was it so damn hard? it's not like the other man was out here thinking about him. surely it wasn't difficult to get over someone he'd never really cared about in the first place. he just wished it could be that easy for himself. another lackluster tinder date had come and gone - quite literally, and ace was just about ready for bed... until a sudden, loud pounding came from the other side of his front door. the sight on the other side of the peephole? shocking enough to make him momentarily think he was already dreaming. "what the hell are you doing here?" was his first question, upon answering the door. the second? "and what the fuck happened to your face?"