[ The impulse is there, as always, to shake his head and insist he's fine. He resists, because what he does know if this man is that he likes to caretake, and he's happier when Basch accepts it. ]

Yes, thank you.

[ Plus, it will give him something to do with his hands when he inevitably gets self-conscious. Basch joins him on the blanket, close enough to reach but not quite bold enough yet. ]

I...you know if you change your mind, at any time for any reason, you can tell me, no questions asked, yes?

[ Because...that's what he's afraid of. Not that Olivine will regret him. But that he'll feel trapped. ]