Faolan gives the driver his address and shoots the other man such a look as he helps Lancelot settle, as if he is daring the man to assume that any of this was his fault so that he can take some of the anger he feels at Lancelot's captors out on the man himself. Wisely, the driver seems to understand that despite Lancelot's rough shape Faolan is helping him and Lancelot seems grateful for it, so he stays well enough out of it and drives him to Faolan's flat as requested.
One they arrive, Faolan lets the driver know there will be another destination and makes the necessary arrangements to keep the taxi idling outside while he leaves. It's just as he's starting to move that Lancelot turns to him to ask to join him. Faolan hesitates for a moment -- his building doesn't have a lift after all, wouldn't Lancelot be more comfortable out here in the taxi? But then it dawns on him and a whole new protective surge wells up inside himself at the thought of it.
"I... No, of course not," he replies, glancing at the driver to make certain that he understands he should still stay where he is, before back at Lancelot. "You can take the first dose upstairs even, if you like. Maybe that way it will start working before we've even got you back home yet, then. Here..." He moves to exit the taxi and crosses over to Lancelot's door itself, opening it for the other man and standing by to assist in any way that he needs to -- god knows what Lancelot's been through in the past few days after all. He isn't sharing and Faolan doesn't really think that now is the time to ask either.
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One they arrive, Faolan lets the driver know there will be another destination and makes the necessary arrangements to keep the taxi idling outside while he leaves. It's just as he's starting to move that Lancelot turns to him to ask to join him. Faolan hesitates for a moment -- his building doesn't have a lift after all, wouldn't Lancelot be more comfortable out here in the taxi? But then it dawns on him and a whole new protective surge wells up inside himself at the thought of it.
"I... No, of course not," he replies, glancing at the driver to make certain that he understands he should still stay where he is, before back at Lancelot. "You can take the first dose upstairs even, if you like. Maybe that way it will start working before we've even got you back home yet, then. Here..." He moves to exit the taxi and crosses over to Lancelot's door itself, opening it for the other man and standing by to assist in any way that he needs to -- god knows what Lancelot's been through in the past few days after all. He isn't sharing and Faolan doesn't really think that now is the time to ask either.