Faolan holds back any sort of agreement with the other man that yes, in fact, it does flatter him to wear such a color as that. That it compliments a great many things about him, and while Faolan himself would just look pale and peaky in it, Lancelot looks tan, healthy, and handsome. No, he holds back such comments and he takes another sip of his coffee instead, glancing down at Lily before downing the lot of it and setting the mug on the table. Waiting for Lancelot to return.

He inclines his head at him once he does, stepping forward to pick up his jacket and his bag once he does, patting his pockets to make sure he's got his phone and his wallet himself before nodding. "...yeah," he says, not certain that he really is in truth, but not certain that he will be either. "Let's go."

He pauses a beat, before, "You don't, uh. Mind if we do still stop though? For the powerade?" His head is still threatening to thunder itself apart, and he doubts stepping out into the warmth of the day and a ride on the train is going to help make it all that much better.