[ The fingers shuffling through his chest hair are gentle and sweet, and he can't help feeling oddly comforted by the other's hand resting over his heart. ]

I understand not knowing how to talk to people [ He murmurs. He's thankful that this time, it feels easy. Like things are flowing the way they should. ]

I don't...mind influences as much as I first did, but -- I'd rather get to know you without them. If we do more.

[ That really was what it had been. Once he knew who Olivine was and what he liked, it was alright if this place pushed them along or heightened it. Just so he could know if something wasn't okay, or needed more softness to counteract a risk.

Finally he smiles, shaking his head lightly. ] Near constant learning.