Faolan watches the other man fumbling with the door frame and frowns at him harder, before pulling him closer against his side, steadying him further. What he's trying to accomplish with that, Faolan can only imagine, but whatever it is it's not helping them get across the flat to the bedroom any faster.

"Well then quit pushing yourself and let me help you here," he says. "Are you okay to make it that far? If you need me to stop for you, I can. No one's in any hurry, here." Except maybe Lancelot himself, it would seem, groping about as he is. Faolan takes a few experimental steps forward, beginning to lead the other man out of the bathroom and into the hall.