[ They walk in quiet for a few moments, but some of the tension from the other room seems to have followed them, the buzzing expectation of things unsaid and what they might be.

Aventurine, it seems, is at a loss. ]

Take your time, starlight. I can wait. It does not need to be perfect, whatever comes out of your mouth, but I think, for your own sake, it just needs to be said.

[ He'll wait, if needed, but maybe all Aventurine needs is to just blurt it out, whatever it is. The verbal equivalent to ripping off a bandage. ]