[ Olivine couldn't be disrespectful if he tried, because Olivine cared about Basch. Which is why Basch, too, feels like this is a dream. He'd long given up on being an object of affection, not just desire.

But there's Olivine again, so readily settling in against him. Basch finds himself squeezing the other closer, his voice low. ]

That part is the same for me.

[ Not used to it, thought about it a lot.

He's glad Olivine keeps going with his thought, even if he internally kicks himself for not realizing he might be making Oivine feel unwanted instead of just given space to process. He reaches over to cup Olivine's face, making sure to hold his gaze. ]

I wanted you to get a chance to catch your breath and decide if you wanted more.

[ He leans closer to press their lips together, to make clear he isn't done with Olivine. ]