[ The hand on his shoulder pulls Aventurine from his thoughts, and he shoots Boothill a small, appreciative smile before dropping his hands from his face to reach for some napkins. ]

A little... warning next time would be nice.

[ At least then he would be able to steel himself for it, but maybe the entire purpose of these memories is to unbalance them. He doesn't know. He busies himself with clean up duty, mopping up the whiskey with the napkins while avoiding glass shards. ]

I don't know if it matters, but what you saw... If you could keep it between us.