( The feeling of unworthiness returns, stronger and more compelling than before. But still Ratio doesn't budge, doesn't falter. He loves Aventurine, as impossible as that is. He doesn't deserve it, there is nothing about his miserable, pathetic, loser self that deserves Ratio's overwhelming kindness and gentle acceptance.

It's easier than it has been to push those thoughts to the side when Ratio kisses him, however. Deep and aching and full of the tenderness and love; Aventurine returns it tenfold and with the same fervor until he can no longer breathe. He doesn't part very far from Ratio, resting his forehead against the other man's. )

Yeah. ( A small, wet laugh. ) My luck strikes again, you know. Getting the greatest man in the known universe to fall in love with me. And, well. It won't be official or anything, given that Kakavasha isn't officially my name anymore, but I think I like the sound of Kakavasha Ratio. If you're willing.