[Olivine exhales a little noise, leaning into the touch of those hands, expression soft. He really is so... kind, gentle.]

Thank you. I'll definitely keep it in mind—but you don't need to worry too much. I know better than to deal with everything on my own.

[His own hands find to cover Sylvain's as he speaks, eyes closing for a moment. It's followed shortly by a laugh, leaning in for a soft kiss.]

I'm fine. Didn't I just say we're only halfway there?

[pulling away with a little reluctance, he plucks up another card, turning it upright for both of them. It reads submission, which is... vague. Fitting though?]

... ah. I suppose that makes it your turn to be even more creative, then?