Chasing a bit of brine along the bones of his wrist, Nico sucked it free of his skin before replacing the lid to the crock and setting it and it's precious contents onto the table. He loved olives and was excited to share them with his other half for their evening meal, but anything more than one would be an indulgence. Instead he took up his cup, cradling it in his hands with a contented smile on his lips between sips.

"I did. It did not start that way, but after the worst of the mess was cleaned, it improved. And what of your day, habibi? Did Rafiq come through with your supplies, or is he going to be late again?" Because as well as Nico could read Yusuf in any other way, the priest was ignorant in the ways of the body and the kind of reaction he caused.

Not as ignorant as he once was, of course....but ignorant enough to not question when Yusuf needed a moment to recenter himself to keep from scandalizing him.