[He's certainly been scolded enough for it in the past few weeks, so he discretion is appreciated more than she knows.
The hug is more important anyway, isn't it? And as she accepts, the mask that had been in her face pushed up and aside, Olivine just shifts to ensure she has as much space as she needs. Delicate fingers pluck the mask from her face and set it aside.
It's not unreasonable that others would need this, is it? He and Eiden had already had their emotional reunion, and even if this is different... Olivine can feel the tension as it moves, filtering in and out of her shoulders, her back.]
There, there... [There's the risk of treating her too childishly, but Olivine doubts that she'd misinterpret him now.] Take your time. You're safe here.
[He can't make promises beyond these doors, but he can do this. He can offer himself as a safe place, a bleeding heart for those who need a little strength to help carry them through.
It's as satisfying as anything he's done, truthfully; from creating gifts for the orphans to comforting Eiden or the others. Every doubt oozes into the darkest recesses of thought, little pinpricks against the illumination of the here and now. For a moment, at least, even the lingering sexual charge of the hotel at large filters out of the air, replaced with quiet serenity.]
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The hug is more important anyway, isn't it? And as she accepts, the mask that had been in her face pushed up and aside, Olivine just shifts to ensure she has as much space as she needs. Delicate fingers pluck the mask from her face and set it aside.
It's not unreasonable that others would need this, is it? He and Eiden had already had their emotional reunion, and even if this is different... Olivine can feel the tension as it moves, filtering in and out of her shoulders, her back.]
There, there... [There's the risk of treating her too childishly, but Olivine doubts that she'd misinterpret him now.] Take your time. You're safe here.
[He can't make promises beyond these doors, but he can do this. He can offer himself as a safe place, a bleeding heart for those who need a little strength to help carry them through.
It's as satisfying as anything he's done, truthfully; from creating gifts for the orphans to comforting Eiden or the others. Every doubt oozes into the darkest recesses of thought, little pinpricks against the illumination of the here and now. For a moment, at least, even the lingering sexual charge of the hotel at large filters out of the air, replaced with quiet serenity.]