[He hadn't realised his much he'd gotten used to that quiet, abbreviated speech, let alone how he'd missed it. It shouldn't be so relieving, given what this place is and all, but... well, that's just Olivine, too.]

Ah... no.

[reading Quincy has always taken a little extra effort, but he's happy to put that in every time. There's a lot to be confused by here, and it would be easy to assume that.

Olivine mostly does, really. There's some part of him that thinks something deeper is happening... but of course, even if he were sure, even if he knew the taller man was thinking of kidnapping him to keep, he wouldn't really balk.

Delicate fingers move up to rest on Quincy's arm, warm and real. At least that question suggests the world isn't ending with their absence, too... that's a relief to know for certain.]

I've been here... almost seven months now, I think. [a laugh.] I'm sorry to say it's probably as troublesome as you expect.