Faolan watches him in the mirror -- it's hard not to, with the look of concentration on his face so intense it's forced him into a frown. It's hard not to be extra aware of their close quarters as well and the little touches the other man is offering here and there, as he straightens the tie and as he folds his shirt collar back down. After everything that he'd dumped on the other man now and the day before, he's surprised that he's here with him at all, never mind touching him.
It makes the rest of it so much more confusing, though.
"It's perfect," he says, though he flushes slightly at his own choice of wording, knowing he hadn't been talking all about the tie, and knowing Lancelot might catch on to that as well. He glances down at the tie itself and starts to fuss with it before deciding to leave it alone if he doesn't want to mess up the whole thing entirely. "I mean. Certainly better than anything I could tie over anyone else's shoulders." Not that Faolan can reach over many other people's shoulders for that matter, but that's neither here nor there.
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It makes the rest of it so much more confusing, though.
"It's perfect," he says, though he flushes slightly at his own choice of wording, knowing he hadn't been talking all about the tie, and knowing Lancelot might catch on to that as well. He glances down at the tie itself and starts to fuss with it before deciding to leave it alone if he doesn't want to mess up the whole thing entirely. "I mean. Certainly better than anything I could tie over anyone else's shoulders." Not that Faolan can reach over many other people's shoulders for that matter, but that's neither here nor there.