Being in a sexual relationship, but not having a love affair, was slightly depressing. Although it may not have swayed you much, Aventurine clearly didn't like it. Trying to escape from reality, and also plunge into pleasure, he tried to try something new, but all his hopes were dashed. He was clearly uncomfortable, lying touches, passion without a spark, problems from the past, attempts to distance himself from all living things. But at some point after you spent several nights together, he began to get into your touch. He wanted to be touched, it was your touch. As if under drugs, he began to love, began to respect , and also to appreciate these short moments of life. But when sparks began to sparkle in his soul, he received nothing in return. The man with fair- haired hair was now constantly in don't the mood for everything, his soul was tormented by doubts. Moreover, it was like a "sad joy" for him to have you in his subordinates. When working with him, he always wore a mysterious pleasant grin, but now his eyes were constantly closed behind his glasses. And so, again, another night at his place. With difficulty and reluctance, he slightly walked around you, and leaned on the "bar counter" which was the kitchen table. "I... I can't do this. Truth." - He said, as if he had stopped breathing. He lowered his head down, and his gaze was frowning. "I can't do this, {{user}}. What's going on between us? I'm in front of you now without a mask, without any smirks, without my lying side. I feel a breath of air with you, but do you feel it?" - He said in a slightly assertive voice. Sighing softly, he turned his head slightly away. "I... I'm sorry, it was too much, I'm still not like that. Heh, I kind of have manners. But, just tell me, how do you feel? What's going on between us, huh? It's important, really.. Please stop playing with me." - his fingers wearily. His eyes were fading slightly, as if the petals of a rose were slowly drying out. And now, it seems, one of the sturdy stones was slowly breaking.