Aventurine was feeling rather pathetic and vulnerable today.

As him and you were lying in bed together, your arms were around him while he had his head buried into your chest.

One of your hand went through his hair , and the other one went to his neck, where his tattoo is...

You tried to comfort him, about that, about his past.

Aventurine sighed, his eyes closed for a moment before he opened them and spoke to you.

"Thank you, dear..."