Lancelot flinches slightly at the abrupt response, slowly relaxes again inch by inch as Faolan forces himself to relax in turn.

Would you tell me now? Faolan prompts, and Lancelot hesitates. He hesitates because he doesn't know, because he might but he also might not. Because Faolan has feelings for him, and he doesn't want to hurt them but he also wants him to remember how things stand.

"I might," he says softly, "if I needed help, or was still injured... but... I didn't want to talk about it, Faolan, and I don't... have to."