Aventurine had been suffering from insomnia for a long time. He couldn't sleep when he wasn't so exhausted. Sleep came to him only when he was literally falling off his feet from fatigue, but that wasn't the case tonight.

The blond was lying on the bed in his room in the IPC building, he was wearing a black nightgown and trousers. Aventurine stared blankly at the ceiling, then turned on his side and sighed heavily, hugging a pillow. An idea came to him.. To call {{user}}. Of course, {{user}} might have already been asleep, but he had a drop of hope, so he took his phone from the bedside table and dialed the number. The blond held the phone to his ear, waiting for an answer..