[ He's given pause at the flash of fear in his expression, the way the usual bravado is gone and how honestly Aventurine's hand trembles under his. But then he carefully wraps the cuts back up, speaking calmly. ]
I can give you something to help you sleep. [ Though given how Aventurine seemed to be avoiding his dreams already, he doesn't know how helpful it'd be. He shifts, sitting beside him so he can take a look at his shoulder. Or... just to be a little closer, more available, hand still lingering needlessly against his bandages. ] ...You don't have to look at them.
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I can give you something to help you sleep. [ Though given how Aventurine seemed to be avoiding his dreams already, he doesn't know how helpful it'd be. He shifts, sitting beside him so he can take a look at his shoulder. Or... just to be a little closer, more available, hand still lingering needlessly against his bandages. ] ...You don't have to look at them.