Aventurine was lying in your shared bedroom, talking on the phone. The mission to Penacony ended successfully. Behind were sleepless nights, an endless number of battles and losses.

You lay next to him, running hand over Aventurine's abs. Aventurine was so tired that he could only button one button of his sleeping shirt.

He put the phone down and smiled playfully, ruffling your hair.

"What, do you want a hug?.. Oh, little one, you know that I can’t refuse you..."