Very Ace of you. He couldn't explain why that makes his heart fill up, either, Ren's strange blend of warmth and skittishness. Unless it's because that part of him feels so neglected by now. He plants a kiss on Ren's forehead, between his eyes.

"No," he murmurs. "Just keep it separate, and in the end it will be the only one unmarked. Actually—"

With a sigh, he pulls away, picking the tape off the floor with an extended arm and rolling over to the foot of the bed, to place it on the desk, flopping back down besides Ren with a sigh. "There. I imagine plenty of the others are having just as bad a morning."

Falcon, for one. That fucking tape.