Faolan is thinking much the same himself really. Is there anything he can do to help? He needs to be able to drink. Maybe there's something he can do, something he can get for him. A straw...? Faolan thinks hard for a long moment about whether he would have one. Lancelot must not, otherwise he would have requested it too. Or maybe...
He glances over towards the kitchen counter, realization dawning on him. Well, it's already in the bin but. Given how much pain the other man is in, he doesn't think he'd mind too much? And he'd wash it off. Moving to stand, Faolan crosses the kitchen to the bin where he has thrown away a late night takeaway container complete with cup and straw for the drink he'd ordered. With a glance over his shoulder at Lancelot he grabs the straw out and moves to the sink and gives it a thorough rinsing off before crossing back to offer it to the other man.
"Here, use this if you like," he says. "I know what it looks like, but. It's clean, I promise." It was at the top of the garbage in the bin after all. "Unless you have a fresh one..." He adds, coloring slightly as he realizes that he's done all that assuming not without even asking.
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He glances over towards the kitchen counter, realization dawning on him. Well, it's already in the bin but. Given how much pain the other man is in, he doesn't think he'd mind too much? And he'd wash it off. Moving to stand, Faolan crosses the kitchen to the bin where he has thrown away a late night takeaway container complete with cup and straw for the drink he'd ordered. With a glance over his shoulder at Lancelot he grabs the straw out and moves to the sink and gives it a thorough rinsing off before crossing back to offer it to the other man.
"Here, use this if you like," he says. "I know what it looks like, but. It's clean, I promise." It was at the top of the garbage in the bin after all. "Unless you have a fresh one..." He adds, coloring slightly as he realizes that he's done all that assuming not without even asking.