Percival frowns in concern, studying Faolan a moment before swapping the beers to one hand and giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze.

"You're all right," he assures him, "ignore Gwaine, he's a prat."

"What's that?"

"You're a prat!" Percival says louder, beginning to walk over and hold out a beer to Gwaine. He just laughs lightly at that, leaving Lancelot to turn back to Faolan and bump their shoulders together playfully.

"See?" Lancelot says more gently, "you're fine."