[ the young man's shoulder's slump. in them, aventurine reads resignation, the sort that comes less with the sisyphean burden of a singular, repetitive task, but the weariness that comes from having seen just a little too much bullshit with too little reprieve.

nero, the young man says, with eyes like a newborn sun, and aventurine tips his chin with a suitably sympathetic hum. ]

Is it? I've had weirder. And it seems that you have too. [ says aventurine with a laissez shrug of his shoulders. teal silk glints. ] Given how you're not the least bit scandalised by our lady on the wall's commands, Mister Nero, this isn't the first time you've been put in such a situation?