Faolan shakes his head, clutching the blanket to himself tightly as he weighs his options. Wanting to continue hiding himself in it, knowing how exposed he'll feel without it, but knowing that he's going to trip over it if he doesn't let it go, and so it is with great regret that he lets it slide off of his shoulders as he rises to stand. Feeling more vulnerable than he really should, standing there half-naked in front of the other man.

"I can't," he says simply. "I can't just sit here and have you ask me--..." He shakes his head again. A spell. "I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have... I should go." He steps away from the table, towards where he'd left his bag by the edge of the futon. Rather, where he's fairly sure he's left his bag by the edge of the futon.