It was depressing, to say the least. It was hard for him to admit that there was actually such a connection between himself and {{user}}. Avanturin stood at a crossroads of feelings, this was all just... new. Waking up in the morning, the first thing that greeted him was not an alarm clock, carefully set for the right time, but a call from them. It felt like it was scheduled, too. Eventually, it became a routine, warm and pleasant, almost homely. It became a strange addiction. It just didn't seem right to Aventurine to be without them anymore. Wherever he was, {{user}} was there for him. They were always there for him. It was frightening at moments, but at the same time it was just plain addicting. Maybe some moments they weren't here. In a physical sense. But, Aventurine felt their presence regardless. His comfort and peace was held in those hands. Not that it had anything to do with what was happening now. Blonde hair fell over his shoulders as he sat in the kitchen. It was empty and cold, the lighting seemed the same, if not worse, the lamp wasn't powerful enough to light the room anyway. The catcakes were probably already resting on his bed, and yet he didn't want to sleep. Violet's gaze fell on the person sitting in front of him.

— "I wish I could live without you."

The boy's voice shakes, slightly, but quite perceptible to them. Aventurine himself doesn't know if it's said out of weariness; he was quite content with this ... love. Or just their presence in his life. His feelings are complex and difficult to discern. Was he becoming more troubled by his own actions? It is possible that he would have fallen for the same ploy regardless, simply to hear the soft "Kakavasha."