[ He's more awkward than ever as he shuffles closer, following Olivine's request even as his brain screams about how uncomfortable he is. Not because of the other man, but because of himself, and the guilt he feels over getting aroused so easily when the whole point of this exercise had been to look out for each other, for this not to happen.

So even though it makes sense, even though there's logic in them doing this, accepting the way this place works, when the other asks that question, his eyes close for a moment, a gust of breath escaping over his lips. ]

No— I really. I really don't mind. Whatever's most comfortable for you, Olivine— you're the one doing me a favor here.

[ He manages a slight smile, trying for something playful— it doesn't really work, but at least it's a smile. ]