[ he trusts him, but he can't help remembering that time again. still... still, he's going to take him at his word. he won't stop trusting him - ever. he luxuriates in the familiar warmth of olivine, being in his presence always feels like a weight lifting off his shoudlers. they will talk more, he feels it, it's just a matter of priorities, and privacy. eiden wants to talk about it, it's something that maybe he wouldn't immediately run away from. not after all this time and -

breathe.

tilting his chin a little. ]

That's okay, you can take everything at your own pace - and if there's something you wanna try that you aren't sure of, you know I'm happy to help.

[ and let's not talk about the possibility of olivine having a bad time. he will not allow it. ]