He nods and gets to his feet slowly, feeling oddly exposed under Faolan's gaze -- especially without any sort of jacket now to hide under.
"Yes," he answers quietly, and moves to Faolan's side. The sooner they get home the sooner he can lay down.
The taxi hasn't abandoned them, thankfully, although no doubt it's been racking up the fare as it idles. Lancelot is quiet throughout the drive, not even noticing they've arrived until Faolan is moving to get out. He fumbles to undo his seat-belt, gives a smile somewhere between awkward and faintly embarrassed as Faolan opens the door for him and struggles out with a wince.
Keys, of course, his phone and wallet and keys and everything -- he doesn't have them.
"I don't..." he begins, quietly beginning to feel internal panic. Will he have to call a locksmith at this hour? Why didn't he think of it before. If Faolan doesn't have his keys he'll definitely have to change the locks, though.
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"Yes," he answers quietly, and moves to Faolan's side. The sooner they get home the sooner he can lay down.
The taxi hasn't abandoned them, thankfully, although no doubt it's been racking up the fare as it idles. Lancelot is quiet throughout the drive, not even noticing they've arrived until Faolan is moving to get out. He fumbles to undo his seat-belt, gives a smile somewhere between awkward and faintly embarrassed as Faolan opens the door for him and struggles out with a wince.
Keys, of course, his phone and wallet and keys and everything -- he doesn't have them.
"I don't..." he begins, quietly beginning to feel internal panic. Will he have to call a locksmith at this hour? Why didn't he think of it before. If Faolan doesn't have his keys he'll definitely have to change the locks, though.