( It's said with no small amount of open fondness. At least compared to how he normally counters Ratio's quips and barbs. He's missed the other man, truly he has -- Nihility is empty, timeless, and quiet. Veritas Ratio is his favorite person, though in fairness the list of people that can stand Aventurine is less than ten people. Half of the Stonehearts detest him, and the others simply put up with him because he gets results. Well, Topaz and Jade notwithstanding. But they're not Ratio.
As for what he learned, well. )
A few things. Firstly that the IPC will have a chance to move into Penacony when it collapses under its own weight, but they don't need me to tell them that. And, funnily enough, I've found that I'm not in any particular rush to tell them I came out the other side. ( At least for now. He's... free. Free enough, anyway, and his eyes slide to Ratio again. The other man keeps his cards close to his chest, annoyingly so.
How is he supposed to figure out the chances of success of any bet, any gamble, where the other man is concerned? He pulls a chip out of his coat, flicking it around his fingers a few times in order to... give himself something to focus on rather than the feeling in his chest, the growing tightness and, yes. Fear.
He thought he'd long gotten over any lingering anxiety, but recent events have told him he'd only been deluding himself. Ugh. )
And I learned that the first place I wanted to be after coming back was here. So here I am.
( He's only sorry it took him months to get back at all. )
Ignorance is a malady, and I intend to be the cure.
[ Finally, Ratio is able to lift his head and look over at Aventurine, as if he has found some depth of courage in himself and permitted it to guide him forward. It is still difficult, the swell of his own emotions a struggle, but he is doing what he may. He is surviving in the best way he can, and if that means shoving his affection and warmth aside in his demand for answers, well, it would not be the first time. That is the nature of a man who focuses his life on scholarly pursuits.
Some of the things he says are obvious - of course the IPC wants to take control of Penacony, of course they wish for their hand to be in more pies, as it were - but the rest... Aventurine has the right to his freedom, of course, as does any man, but it is somewhat a shock to think he would distance himself from the IPC enough to find himself in thought.
Leaning his head on his palm, Ratio frowns a little. ]
So you are.
[ Here, with Ratio. In the safety of a home where no one might find him, because Ratio does not intend to speak of his new companionship with anyone else. Safe, with someone who will care for him - not that he will admit it. There is a guest room, there is food, there are books. A haven, for a time, and his expression tightens before he blinks. ]
( That's a good question. He's not sure even he knows -- of who or what he wants to be going forward. There's not a lot out there for a slave turned Stoneheart turned.... whatever he is now. Dead man? He's sure, with the success of his mission, he'd be welcomed back into the fold without question -- Topaz likely already tried messaging him the moment she realized his phone was accepting messages again. But if he's going to go back, he wants it to be on his own terms. He thinks he has a lot to use as leverage now, more than he had as a murderer and a slave.
He sighs, shifting on his seat but still looking at the other man. )
Not sure. Thought I'd stick around here for a little while. It's not like you've got a lot of house guests normally, and-- ( Here he falters, and something about his eyes changes when he looks at Ratio. Softens around the edges. A slight desperation and wanting sliding into the corners. ) I want to be here. And not just because it's the safest place I could think of, but because you're here.
( He flicks the chip up into the air before grabbing it just before it falls past him. All in, he thinks, and this time, for once, does not hide the hand in a desperate grip. If there is one thing he is certain of, it's that whatever he feels for Ratio isn't just the warm companionship of coworkers, of friends. He wants...
He wants to know what it's like to have someone who cares about him. )
[ Ratio is a little afraid of the answer. He’s concerned about Aventurine making his way back to the rest of his fellows and getting himself into more trouble, revealing his hand and suffering because of it. The last thing he wants, he realises, is Aventurine ending up twisted up in some other game, the kind in which the doctor is not able to help with.
For all his wisdom and intelligence there is only so much he can do.
Eyes dart over the other man before he looks away, expression sharp. Shy. Embarrassed, perhaps. ]
You are welcome to stay here. I have a guest room, and it has been empty for some time. Consider it yours, for as long as you wish, though I’d request you not overstay your welcome.
[ Ratio watches the chip, eyes tracing it, before he sighs softly and looks away. ]
I have no reason to report your arrival to anyone, as it stands.
( As much as he was counting on, hoping for Ratio to let him stay and... not sell him out, it still counts as a surprise that he does so with only one request. That's easy enough, and-- he thinks he sees something in his expression that warms a part of Aventurine that he thought he'd left back on the sands of his home.
It's something that he now has a chance to figure out what he's going to do about it, instead of ignoring it in favor of... simply not. )
Trust you to not have any houseguests. I guess your... exacting nature really only lets the most stubborn of fools past your door, huh? ( Which he has proved, over and over again, to be. As for the rest, well-- ) Thank you, Ratio.
Ratio had been concerned enough that he gives the offer without too much extra consideration, because he has spent months weighing the pros and cons of such a thing, considering the different aspects of it, the need for it, the desirability... He has come to enough conclusions that it feels appropriate to give himself this, and to allow Aventurine to have it in turn, even if others might query his behaviour.
None of them have to know.
Refusing to look back over at his guest, he frowns. ]
I'll hear nothing more on it. Go and make yourself comfortable, if you must.
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( It's said with no small amount of open fondness. At least compared to how he normally counters Ratio's quips and barbs. He's missed the other man, truly he has -- Nihility is empty, timeless, and quiet. Veritas Ratio is his favorite person, though in fairness the list of people that can stand Aventurine is less than ten people. Half of the Stonehearts detest him, and the others simply put up with him because he gets results. Well, Topaz and Jade notwithstanding. But they're not Ratio.
As for what he learned, well. )
A few things. Firstly that the IPC will have a chance to move into Penacony when it collapses under its own weight, but they don't need me to tell them that. And, funnily enough, I've found that I'm not in any particular rush to tell them I came out the other side. ( At least for now. He's... free. Free enough, anyway, and his eyes slide to Ratio again. The other man keeps his cards close to his chest, annoyingly so.
How is he supposed to figure out the chances of success of any bet, any gamble, where the other man is concerned? He pulls a chip out of his coat, flicking it around his fingers a few times in order to... give himself something to focus on rather than the feeling in his chest, the growing tightness and, yes. Fear.
He thought he'd long gotten over any lingering anxiety, but recent events have told him he'd only been deluding himself. Ugh. )
And I learned that the first place I wanted to be after coming back was here. So here I am.
( He's only sorry it took him months to get back at all. )
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[ Finally, Ratio is able to lift his head and look over at Aventurine, as if he has found some depth of courage in himself and permitted it to guide him forward. It is still difficult, the swell of his own emotions a struggle, but he is doing what he may. He is surviving in the best way he can, and if that means shoving his affection and warmth aside in his demand for answers, well, it would not be the first time. That is the nature of a man who focuses his life on scholarly pursuits.
Some of the things he says are obvious - of course the IPC wants to take control of Penacony, of course they wish for their hand to be in more pies, as it were - but the rest... Aventurine has the right to his freedom, of course, as does any man, but it is somewhat a shock to think he would distance himself from the IPC enough to find himself in thought.
Leaning his head on his palm, Ratio frowns a little. ]
So you are.
[ Here, with Ratio. In the safety of a home where no one might find him, because Ratio does not intend to speak of his new companionship with anyone else. Safe, with someone who will care for him - not that he will admit it. There is a guest room, there is food, there are books. A haven, for a time, and his expression tightens before he blinks. ]
What do you intend to do next?
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He sighs, shifting on his seat but still looking at the other man. )
Not sure. Thought I'd stick around here for a little while. It's not like you've got a lot of house guests normally, and-- ( Here he falters, and something about his eyes changes when he looks at Ratio. Softens around the edges. A slight desperation and wanting sliding into the corners. ) I want to be here. And not just because it's the safest place I could think of, but because you're here.
( He flicks the chip up into the air before grabbing it just before it falls past him. All in, he thinks, and this time, for once, does not hide the hand in a desperate grip. If there is one thing he is certain of, it's that whatever he feels for Ratio isn't just the warm companionship of coworkers, of friends. He wants...
He wants to know what it's like to have someone who cares about him. )
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For all his wisdom and intelligence there is only so much he can do.
Eyes dart over the other man before he looks away, expression sharp. Shy. Embarrassed, perhaps. ]
You are welcome to stay here. I have a guest room, and it has been empty for some time. Consider it yours, for as long as you wish, though I’d request you not overstay your welcome.
[ Ratio watches the chip, eyes tracing it, before he sighs softly and looks away. ]
I have no reason to report your arrival to anyone, as it stands.
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It's something that he now has a chance to figure out what he's going to do about it, instead of ignoring it in favor of... simply not. )
Trust you to not have any houseguests. I guess your... exacting nature really only lets the most stubborn of fools past your door, huh? ( Which he has proved, over and over again, to be. As for the rest, well-- ) Thank you, Ratio.
( It's a debt he can't even begin to pay back. )
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Ratio had been concerned enough that he gives the offer without too much extra consideration, because he has spent months weighing the pros and cons of such a thing, considering the different aspects of it, the need for it, the desirability... He has come to enough conclusions that it feels appropriate to give himself this, and to allow Aventurine to have it in turn, even if others might query his behaviour.
None of them have to know.
Refusing to look back over at his guest, he frowns. ]
I'll hear nothing more on it. Go and make yourself comfortable, if you must.