"I could use a coffee," Faolan responds, as he pauses in the doorway to toe off his shoes and then follow after Lancelot into the kitchen area, dropping his jacket across the back of a chair as he does. Watching Lancelot move about the kitchen and trying to study how he might be feeling before he asks and the other man predictably answers that he's fine.

"And I wouldn't say no to a sandwich either," he says, sliding his hands around the edge of the chair, to give himself something to do besides study the other man. "I didn't come over to have you wait on me though. I can help, if you like...?" There's that concern again, slowly creeping its way into his eyes despite Faolan's best efforts to hold it at back.