[Sylvain, you know what Olivine would be receptive to is not indicative of most people... he leans into the grasp easily, letting the threads of uncertainty slip away in turn.]

Isn't that just friendship in general...? Although, I think I get it, sort of. And I like to think I do most of that already... I suppose I'll just have to try more. [he reaches up to brush Sylvain's hair back, fingertips grazing over his cheeks.] ... for now, though... I think I'd actually just like to lay with you for a while. If that's alright. We can take a walk along the floors after, maybe.