"But you did!" Faolan counters, frowning up at the taller man. "You do. And I'm just..." He trails off, gesturing towards the kitchen. "Sausage rolls. You might as well put a bowl out for me in the kitchen with Lily. And I'd settle for it. I have. That's the worst of it. Maybe that just means that I'm the problem. Maybe I've been the problem all along."

He leans into Lancelot's hand, even as he moves to take a step back. "Maybe I should just go," he says, even though he'd hardly get out the door of his own accord, never mind across town and back to his own flat. "Maybe that would be better for everyone."