Right.

[it's almost boyish in its excitement, as Olivine twines his arms around Basch's neck, leaning his cheek into the fuzzy swell of his chest as he's lifted up. this feels... warm. nostalgic. he could cry, except he's worried the other would misunderstand it.

Basch's heartbeat is strong in his ear, and for a moment he can only close his eyes to drift into it.]

Mm. When we leave the cave, it's to the left. Not very far. I'll be fine like this, I don't think anyone will be out this far.

[his fingers curl in blond hair, and he looks up warmly at him. this feels... perfect. right. nothing else matters beyond this moment.]