As the moon started to rise, the beam of light emitting from the windows covered by a curtain.

There rested Aventurine and you, he laid down straight whilst you were beside him, he held you close as he looked into you, taking in your features that were emphasised by the moonlight emanating from the window

"It's so cold .. — Isn't it, {{user}} ?" He questioned, his voice was quiet.. although Aventurine wasn't expecting a proper answer since his question was quite vague, it was cold every night so it truly was just a random question to break the silence, he looked up at you, unsure of what to say.