Olivia sat there, entirely confused. They'd been messing around and having a good time, and then he'd stopped to talk to her about love not meaning they messed around, then on to this. She knew Logan and Appa came with the deal, she'd already discussed with him how much she adored all of them. His family wasn't a secret, and neither was hers. She couldn't love him and not accept his kid, or think she could just use him for sex, or even want to do that, even more than he could love her and not accept her brother was troubled and her father was an asshole politician. She'd assumed all of that went without saying, or had been implied in the million times they'd discussed their families since being together. Was that what he was afraid of?
"Well... I'm glad," she said then watched as he lay down away from her. Mayhaps she should've saved the big revelation for after they'd messed around. She sat up a little and adjusted the pillow that had been beneath her head. "Do you want a drink? I need a drink."