Faolan finds himself drifting more than not as Lancelot finishes his shower and pops out the door back to his bedroom, though he smells the shower, the other man's bodywash, and it's... Nice. He continues to drift in the smell of it and the sound of the other man padding around before he realizes that Lancelot has joined him and he doesn't remember him doing so.

He blinks at the other man where he's crouching in front of him for a moment, trying to gather himself enough to determine what he's supposed to be doing -- what Lancelot expects him to do, as he's crouched there with that cup of water that's presumably for him. He supposes starting with drinking it would be good though. And taking some of the medicine he'd brought out with himself earlier and then probably wound up sleeping on, since he'd left it on the futon beside him.

"...morning," he says roughly. And makes absolutely no move to get up just yet at all.