Regan's apartment,
Ace was seated on the couch, absorbed in his thoughts.
"Crescent must be home looking for you. Are you sure you don't want to return home?" Regan asked as he handed Ace a glass of scotch.
Ace took a sip from the glass. "If I go home now, I'm sure I'll do something that will severely hurt Crescent. You're well aware of my inability to contain my rage," Ace replied.
"I'm aware of how horrible things can get." As he took a seat next to Ace, Regan chuckled lightly. "Speaking of which, it's been a while since you went to see your therapist; do you want to drop by?" He asked.
"I guess I should. Since Crescent's return, I haven't visited." Ace muttered to himself. "It's like he's the remedy for my ailment,"
"Then, why are you angry at him?" Regan asked.
"Because he does
