( the blush deepens at the laugh, and then he splutters at the words, nearly missing his footing again at the ease with which ratio has both narrowed in on his feelings and exposed them. )

That's-- you can't just-- ( aventurine can recover this. he is the cool one, ratio is the one he should be flustering. ) Isn't this supposed to be the other way around? You're cute when you're blushing--