"Regrets are only bad if you can't move past them, I think," Mo obediently seated himself, sort of melting at the joints and coming back together on the ground in a jumble of arms and legs. He really was an overgrown puppy, when it came down to it. "I'm not sitting around kicking myself for it. I just think I probably should have been... more circumspect." Like not letting everyone in the world know how he felt about things, for one.

Mo tilted his head and examined Olly, trying to read her level of sincerity behind the smirking demeanor. Didn't she already know it was about Alice? Surely even the most unschooled in the ways of Mo-and-West were aware that Alice was a bone of contention between the two of them. West sort of broadcasted that with every look and gesture.

"Everything that has ever gone wrong between West and I was, on some level, about Alice." But no need to bring up all that, right? "This is boring, isn't it? I feel extraordinarily boring when I'm with you, Olivia Clarke. I can't tell if it's because of how unimpressed you are with me, when I'm normally quite certain of my impressiveness, or if I'm actually boring and you're the first person honest enough to let me know." Mo tilted his head the other way and smiled crookedly. He didn't honestly find himself impressive, to be fair, but he could be engaging, at least. Usually. Not today, apparently.