[ Ah. This gets him a little; he's hard to faze, but for a split second he looks genuinely stricken. Despite his fussing, it's as though he forgets that Aventurine's hand is injured, his grip on it tightening a little. ]
You're...
[ ...He needs to calm down. He lets out a deep exhale and reconfigures, taking stock of Aventurine's injuries. He can't lean on him when his arms are diced up. Can't grip his shoulders. The best conclusion he can come to on the fly is grabbing him by the face, more forceful than usual. He's weak, but the conviction is there. ]
Pull yourself together. This is real. You're not allowed to be hurt because of me.
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You're...
[ ...He needs to calm down. He lets out a deep exhale and reconfigures, taking stock of Aventurine's injuries. He can't lean on him when his arms are diced up. Can't grip his shoulders. The best conclusion he can come to on the fly is grabbing him by the face, more forceful than usual. He's weak, but the conviction is there. ]
Pull yourself together. This is real. You're not allowed to be hurt because of me.