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[ He feels so small, like a child, when Aventurine reaches over and wipes away the tears. When he leans over to press their forehands together, he closes his eyes and relishes in the contact, even as more tears fall. It's awful, to cry like this and invoke a sense of guilt in Aventurine, but if it means he won't leave, he'll excuse the moment and apologize later.

Apologize for binding Aventurine with his selfish desires when he ought to be free to do as he pleases. ]

I'm sorry...

[ His hand reaches out, seeking Aventurine's with his fading strength. ]