[it's a complicated situation, then. Admiration without trust feels so hollow to Olivine, but his way isn't the only way, is it? and their lives were no doubt different for it.]

... then there's no need to rush. [certain, soft.] It's optimistic, perhaps, but I don't think it's so bad to hope, even if it seems traitorous to you sometimes.

[there's a lot unspoken there, at the risk of it making him sound almost naive, but it's certainly how he feels. and it makes sense, doesn't it? they're still strangers in the end.

but he turns fully at the offer—and thinks it a request, somewhat. Olivine isn't as naive as he can sometimes sound, and he's spoken with enough different people to guess at it. some are better at asking than others, after all.]

... please, then. I'd like to hear more from you. [hand on heart, he inclines his head.] I'm sure there's somewhere quiet we can go, if you'd rather not have to stand here like... ah... this.

[clothes... might be good for any serious conversation. Olivine won't complain if he doesn't want to make the effort though. they can find somewhere to sit either way.]

Oh—I'm Olivine. [that might also be important.]