[ Smells like oil and filth, more like. But he isn't going to push the man away when it's obvious that he needs the comfort of contact with Ratio. Instead, he runs a hand through Aventurine's golden locks. ]
I, too, would struggle without your presence to ground me. This place has been...
[ Trying. Wearing down on his soul. He closes his eyes and sighs, envisioning the familiar hues of his home behind his eyelids.
He misses it. And the University, and his earnest students, and his idiotic colleagues, and— everything.
He sighs again, deep and weary, and presses his face into the crown of Aventurine's head. Truly, he's thankful for Aventurine's presence. ]
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I, too, would struggle without your presence to ground me. This place has been...
[ Trying. Wearing down on his soul. He closes his eyes and sighs, envisioning the familiar hues of his home behind his eyelids.
He misses it. And the University, and his earnest students, and his idiotic colleagues, and— everything.
He sighs again, deep and weary, and presses his face into the crown of Aventurine's head. Truly, he's thankful for Aventurine's presence. ]