Faolan blinks at him for another moment before making a sound that he hopes sounds like he's going to cooperate, though he takes a few moments more before he responds further. "I've got it," he says. "Here." And he moves to push himself up, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself as he realizes he's only half gotten dressed for bed last night.

He casts his hand around on the futon and produces the box after a moment, although he hands it out to Lancelot instead of trying to fight it open instead. Trading him for the cup of vitamin water, although he doesn't drink from it just yet. Just sits with the cup in his hands, wishing it were coffee, knowing there's probably a reason that it isn't though. Feeling a little lost, and not uncertain that he doesn't look that way too.