[Oh.]

[He opens his mouth, then shuts it. He really just allows himself to let that sink in, doing his best not to react right away, and after a moment he just lets out a short sigh, shrugging as if to say "well, that's how it is".]

Olivia, I'm not going to just up and leave, if that's what you think. [Of course he's disappointed. Of course he's upset. But it's just a dull ache he can ignore for now. He's not going to throw a fit over it. He's an adult, after all.] You don't need to apologize. The heart wants what the heart wants, and I'm hardly the last person who'll blame you for something like that.

[Another pause. He interlaces his fingers, glancing down at Joyce, who is still having fun with his rock.]

I'm glad you told me. [A beat.] He does treat you well, I'd hope? You don't deserve anything less.