( His fingers curl around Ratio's, giving it a squeeze. He just wants to be able to do something about all of this, and he's trying to come up with way to show Ratio that he does care, that he wants him safe, that he means something to Aventurine. Part of him still wants to flee for the hills if it means he can keep Ratio alive -- he loves him too much to want to see him fall victim to the curse of his luck. Loving him from afar would be fine, wouldn't it? He's done it before.

Rubbing his free hand against his cheek for a second, there's an unmistakable flush of embarrassment on his cheek, traveling to his ears and neck. )

You say that, but I can't remember the finer details of what it's supposed to look like, let alone how to make it. ( As for his eating and sleeping, well. ) Shouldn't I be asking you that? How're you feeling?