[ When Nehan carefully leans against him, Aventurine doesn't flinch or grow tense or pull away. He leans right back, having grown used to whatever this is after just having gone through affection week.
They can sit like this in silence for a few minutes, until the shaking eventually subsides, and the hand that Aventurine has pressed on his forehead slides down until it comes to rest against the brand on the side of his neck.
It's black in color now. No longer the painful red. ]
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They can sit like this in silence for a few minutes, until the shaking eventually subsides, and the hand that Aventurine has pressed on his forehead slides down until it comes to rest against the brand on the side of his neck.
It's black in color now. No longer the painful red. ]
I killed him, by the way. That man you saw.
[ His master. ]