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Aventurine notes the way Ratio looks at him from across the bar. The doctor tries to play it off as nothing special but Aventurine isn't one to be fooled so easily. The way Ratio's gaze lingers on for just a second too long was all the tell he needed. After all, just like the good doctor, the only one Aventurine seems to be able to see in the dim light is him.
The drinks aren't particularly special, nor is the bar or music spectacular, and yet the night seems to have become very extraordinary as the two converse about anything and everything. Their words are flowing like water. Their adoration for each other clear even to passerbys.
It must be the alcohol, Aventurine thinks, else why would Ratio be this interested in him? There is nothing in his possession that the doctor could possibly require. All he has to give is love. Ratio laughs. It seems Aventurine had voiced his thoughts aloud. Heat creeps up his face as the doctor reminds him that love is more than just a game. Ratio avoids his gaze for a second as he adds that two people in love can make the relationship last despite a lack of transactions. It's Aventurine's turn to laugh. The doctor, surprisingly, seems to be a romantic. Ratio frowns. He insists that it's not romanticism but simply fact. It's inconceivable to have a perfect transaction, so if not for love, how would so many keep their relationships afloat? Aventurine nods along with his reasoning, smiling. However, even if the transactions are not perfect, they do exist and the doctor could not refute that.
Though it's idealistic, he doesn't hate the idea. He'd love for Ratio to take his heart if only he promised not to break it. The doctor looks at him baffled. He may seem aloof but even he understands not to toy with another's heart. The gambler himself may not agree, but to Ratio, he is an irreplaceable existence that, should the doctor be given a chance, he swears to treat with the utmost care. Aventurine chuckles.
Love. What a funny word.
But maybe it was made for them after all.