Faolan takes in a breath and lets it out in a little sigh at that answer, that look. Because something tells him that Lancelot does know what he's asking. But if he's not going to answer... It was hard enough to ask the first time, never mind push further.

He nods slightly, looking, feeling like a child at the moment. Feeling as though he's being treated like a child for that matter as well. Though he supposes he deserves that much too. He has made a fairly big mess of things as it is.

"I'm fine," he says stubbornly, moving to push himself up and slide across the futon, though it takes him a few moments sitting on the edge of it before he stands. One hand clutching the banana drink, the other grasping the blanket around his shoulders. His head is still throbbing and his stomach really isn't 100%, but the sooner he eats, the sooner he can get out of Lancelot's flat and stop making problems for him he supposes.