Faolan shakes his head and moves to pick up his plate and take a seat opposite the other man. He hesitates for a moment, watching the other man carefully for a long moment, frowning slightly as he does before hazarding a reply.

"I...could help?" he offers. Hesitantly because he knows, well. He knows that Lancelot knows how he feels about him, and he might not feel comfortable letting him close like that. Hell, he might not feel comfortable letting anyone close like that. Faolan knows from past experience that Lancelot has a fair bit of pride, after all.

He looks down at his sandwich awkwardly before continuing, "I'd. Like to be able to help you. In any way that I can. It's why I'm here, really, I." He shrugs slightly before adding, "You've always been there for me."