( He hands over the now cold meal, before settling down next to him, feet dangling off the edge of the debris. Aventurine doesnโt talk for a moment, letting himself be busy with his food for another moment โ thereโs nothing to really talk about, considering the weight of the decision before them.
no subject
Itโs a few minutes still, before he speaks. )
Itโs not all on your shoulders, you know.