Faolan takes another bite of cake, running his hand through Lily's fur before Lancelot speaks. He glances up at the other man as he does, and the fond smile on his face brings something of a flush to his face. To have such an expression directed at him, it's. Well, not unwelcome, but he's certainly not used to such a thing either. To say that he had missed the other man as well is an understatement, but the full truth of it isn't something he's certain he knows how to put into words.

So he glances down at his food, at Lily's face pressed into his lap, and does his best to manage a response. "I'm glad that you are," he says. "And. To be here, really." Ah, he supposes he's going to have to tell Lancelot sometime, and that smile on the other man's face. He feels like he owes him the truth. He pokes at his cake again. "You had asked me if anything had happened..." he says, trying for subtlety and failing. Horribly.