Faolan notices the flinch, but he's upset himself, and Lancelot is still just fussing. Fussing and taking care of him and ignoring everything about the situation that is uncomfortable or displeasing, and he wonders for a moment whether he has even really bought his explanation at all or whether he'll still be wondering after a cure afterwards. He doesn't know, Lancelot just keeps fussing over the food, and that's what frustrates him most of all.
He lets the other man guide him to sit nonetheless. None the least because he's still not feeling 100%, and even if he were Lancelot would still be able to easily overpower him. If he really didn't want him there... Then he'd better not be keeping him just because he thinks that it's the right thing to do.
"Why not?" Faolan asks once he's seated, a bit more sedately but the fire is obviously still burning there just under the surface. "Why do you still want me here, Lancelot? And don't give me that, about Sylvia and the rest of it. Or walking in front of a train or something. I have money. You could call me a taxi. I've made enough of a mess of things as it is, last night, this morning. I just don't want to..." He looks up at the other man, the look in his eyes equal parts hurt, frightened, and insecure. "I don't want to make it even worse than I already have done."
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He lets the other man guide him to sit nonetheless. None the least because he's still not feeling 100%, and even if he were Lancelot would still be able to easily overpower him. If he really didn't want him there... Then he'd better not be keeping him just because he thinks that it's the right thing to do.
"Why not?" Faolan asks once he's seated, a bit more sedately but the fire is obviously still burning there just under the surface. "Why do you still want me here, Lancelot? And don't give me that, about Sylvia and the rest of it. Or walking in front of a train or something. I have money. You could call me a taxi. I've made enough of a mess of things as it is, last night, this morning. I just don't want to..." He looks up at the other man, the look in his eyes equal parts hurt, frightened, and insecure. "I don't want to make it even worse than I already have done."