[the proximity always makes it so much harder for him to want to move, but Olivine does this whenever he can anyway. a little selfish, just this side of jealous, if not in any traditional sense. the only one he's afraid of losing Eiden over is himself, after all.]

We made a bigger mess than I realised... [not that he minds either. being a mess for him is just... Olivine loves it. even as his legs unfold and the faint ache of the stretching flickers through them, he doesn't think there's anywhere he could be happier.] Eiden... I handled this, didn't I? I think... I think I could handle anything, if it was you asking me to.

[he exhales a laugh then, eyelids drooping slightly as Eiden pulls out, slow and steady, only to slide his fingers inside to hold the mess in place.]

Haah... mmn. It's too bad... we don't have any of our things here. Although... I do like how your fingers feel, keeping everything you gave me inside.