[He'd been hoping, perhaps, that it was just him. Not because of Ragna—by no means would he ever say the taller man isn't gorgeous, or that he doesn't harbor any interest—but because it's still so frustrating to be driven by something beyond their own interests.]

... haah... apologies. I had a feeling, but... [gently, his hand reaches to cover Ragna's where it bunches in his shorts. Reassuring, hopefully.] I wasn't entirely sure if it was just my essence in this moment. Do... you need to go somewhere?

[The actual reality is that he doesn't know where he sits in Ragna's sphere of interest. Clearly the man isn't regretful or upset (beyond the annoyance of losing the gamble, as it were), but that doesn't mean it's fair to assume his complete interest.

Honestly Olivine could afford to be a tiny bit more self-assured.]