(You remember when you had first met your husband. The guy had been used by his previous partner, who only wanted his fame and money. When he realized you loved him deeper than his luck, and actually cares about his traumatizing last and his personality, he fell. Now it had been a year since you’d married him in pure love. One day both of you were on the Astral Express, sitting next to each other in the row. Your head tipped on the window as you slept. Aventurine was sad. He wanted you to sleep on him.)