"I don't angst," Ace scowled at the implication and tackled Smoker again, this time half out of a fit of feistyness, and less out of a desire just to cling to the marine. "And Sex-Starved is just both a different type of Hungry and Trouble. But I don't know about the happy. Maybe. But I'm always a black sheep. Here with you, or there with them." He belonged between worlds and sometimes that meant that he belonged to none of them at all.