[ Ratio is discovering that it is in fact harder to act like an individual upset with their romantic partner than it is to act the morally bankrupt genius who would sell out their colleague in search of ever-more knowledge. The latter is couched in his personal experiences with members of the Genius Society, and of people's assumptions about him. The former... He can hardly fathom how to be upset over the inane reason the script has supplied.

And... He hasn't ever told Aventurine he loves him directly, has he? Even though he knows this is just acting, a stronger part of himself protests the idea of directing that word at anyone else before he gets the chance to say it to his lover.

Ratio is still, face stony and body tense as he suppresses his knee-jerk desire to flinch away from Elysium's hand. Even though it's not quite touching him, it's still too close. He ends up turning away from the hand in an effort to put distance between them. ]

I... I want... [ His voice trembles the tiniest bit—a sign that he's close to cracking and breaking character. ] ...you promised me a trip to the most luxurious resort in the country, did you not? Why have you suddenly reneged on that promise not a day after I bore witness to you having dinner with another man?

[ It miiight be slightly off script but so sue him, his only experiences of this nature are with Aventurine, and that is all he can think to draw on right now. He can't, unfortunately, suppress the rosy red hue that has dyed his ears and cheeks, completely at odds with the anger and jealousy he's supposed to be expressing right now. ]