Ah, yes. Faolan had been expecting this, and had been honestly surprised that Arthur hadn't come to him sooner. Angry and demanding answers, perhaps. Maybe it's better that it's taken this long. Maybe it isn't. Faolan won't know until he speaks to him now, he supposes.

"Why don't you come in," he says, gesturing to his office and opening the door to let the pair of them in. He's got a mug of coffee carefully balanced in one hand, which he walks across the room to set down on his desk before collapsing into the chair behind it. Preparing himself for the worst in hopes that it won't be quite that bad, he supposes. He'd like to think that they'd rather got on, he and Arthur. At least before this latest news was out.