Faolan nods in response to the greeting that Lancelot has given, taking
quick note of each man and matching the name to the face in turn. Taking in
the ease with which Lily interacts with them, for a start -- knowing that
he has to know them well for her to be so comfortable with them in turn. He
wonders how well. He wonders how long, when he hadn't known of them
before. He supposes that Lancelot is a private person, he only knows as
much as he does because... Well. The wolf. Their job. Perhaps they would
not be so close if circumstances had been different. Perhaps...
Faolan shakes himself out of that train of thought at the grip Lancelot has
on his shoulder, turning to the other man instead. "Nothing that needs the
fridge," he confirms, "though. I'd rather stow this in your room, if that's
alright." Shrugging his shoulder slightly, to indicate his overnight bag.
He'd rather not leave it out for just anyone to get to go through,
especially not when he may or may not have a concealed illegal weapon
hidden in there and he doesn't know who any of these men are, not really.
What they might do if they find it.
He bites his lip slightly, his stomach threatening to crawl up and into his
chest and Faolan uncertain as to why. "I have some things for you,"
he says awkwardly, before continuing with his voice lower to make sure it
is for Lancelot alone. Stumbling over the words, just as uncertain of them
as he is of the situation itself, "I... I didn't realize... If this is a
bad time..."
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Faolan nods in response to the greeting that Lancelot has given, taking quick note of each man and matching the name to the face in turn. Taking in the ease with which Lily interacts with them, for a start -- knowing that he has to know them well for her to be so comfortable with them in turn. He wonders how well. He wonders how long, when he hadn't known of them before. He supposes that Lancelot is a private person, he only knows as much as he does because... Well. The wolf. Their job. Perhaps they would not be so close if circumstances had been different. Perhaps...
Faolan shakes himself out of that train of thought at the grip Lancelot has on his shoulder, turning to the other man instead. "Nothing that needs the fridge," he confirms, "though. I'd rather stow this in your room, if that's alright." Shrugging his shoulder slightly, to indicate his overnight bag. He'd rather not leave it out for just anyone to get to go through, especially not when he may or may not have a concealed illegal weapon hidden in there and he doesn't know who any of these men are, not really. What they might do if they find it.
He bites his lip slightly, his stomach threatening to crawl up and into his chest and Faolan uncertain as to why. "I have some things for you," he says awkwardly, before continuing with his voice lower to make sure it is for Lancelot alone. Stumbling over the words, just as uncertain of them as he is of the situation itself, "I... I didn't realize... If this is a bad time..."