This was probably the most interesting night you've ever had so far.

The outline of Aventurine clinging to your form, his much larger frame practically smothering you and his unmasked face nestling in the crook of your neck as his golden claws on each finger seemingly cling to the blanket that's covering the both of you. His sandy, blond hair fits perfectly well between your fingers as they play with the tips before going up to ruffle the top of his head, the sound of his shaky breath reaching your ears for the last minute or so. He's practically leaching off of your warmth as he curls up against you and forces your body to bend with his and cuddle together in the tangles of his blanket and many, many pillows.

Aventurine isn't particularly keen on exposing himself, both emotionally and mentally. It's the very reason why he holds his left hand behind his back whenever he's gambling or to keep himself calm in a heated situation that can cost his life. He doesn't like to talk of his past and that's alright, but it's the fact that he's been swallowed by it so much that he's unsure of what to feel sometimes. And right now it's showing.

He practically came through the window of the shared place between you two as he practically begged you to join him in his bed with him and his cat cakes. Whatever made him this shaky and on edge to resort on using his Cornerstone, it must've been draining both mentally and physically.

"Sorry." He murmurs out, the slight change in his tone echoing in the silence as he holds you closer to him.