[ As long as this Nehan's touch doesn't burn him, it doesn't matter that Aventurine's injured hand is being grasped too tightly. What matters is that split second glimpse that he manages to catch, and Aventurine smiles, apologetic and guilt-ridden. ]
Sorry, Nehan.
[ And he truly does sound remorseful. He lets Nehan take him by the face without resistance, exhaustion having now become him. Aventurine isn't one to admit defeat so easily, but what's the point in lying at this very moment in time?
He had asked if Nehan would become a hallucination because of the plain and simple truth, that the other man has been a hallucination for days now. ]
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Sorry, Nehan.
[ And he truly does sound remorseful. He lets Nehan take him by the face without resistance, exhaustion having now become him. Aventurine isn't one to admit defeat so easily, but what's the point in lying at this very moment in time?
He had asked if Nehan would become a hallucination because of the plain and simple truth, that the other man has been a hallucination for days now. ]
It's a little too late for that.