Faolan glances away from the other man, slightly embarrassed by his response. No, it's definitely not as bad as that. Certainly, Faolan had lived in worse places. He'd had no home at all, even, and he vaguely remembered telling Lancelot as much even.

The threat of another Mr Grumpy mug is hardly better, but it at least lightens Faolan's mood. "I think I can manage to drink out of the bottle just fine, but your point is noted," Faolan replies. He keeps his eyes on his feet as they walk, as much because moving his eyes around too much hurts his head as because he's going to be self-conscious the whole way to his flat, and maybe the whole time he spends in Lancelot's company for the day for that matter. He's made a lot of mistakes today, after all.