[he's too kind, really. Olivine is stubborn, but perhaps he doesn't realise just how deeply this is affecting him. the guilt is something he's used to carrying, after all, even if he's not as adept at carrying it gracefully as he might think or like.

the offered wine is—well, it's not really necessary, but he doesn't turn it down. all the better to get them through the last of the meal and drink, and honestly out of the stagnant air and... relative public-ness that he's just realised they are, technically, in. ... .... ........

at least most of what he said was already well-known or unimportant information. oof. taking the last sip of the wine with a modicum of grace, Olivine sets the glass down and squeezes Sylvain's hand in turn.]

I suppose I really have. And I've met no shortage of good people thus far. [Sylvain included, naturally! he finally pulls his hand free, shifting to push his seat back.] I would like that. Though, curiosity aside, I'm more interested in just spending some time with you.

[gross. what a soft boy, a goober.]