Faolan's heart leaps into his throat. He had thought that that was what Lancelot had wanted, he had thought that maybe the other man had had too much excitement, what with the stalker and the argument in the restaurant and the fiasco the whole idea had been anyway. But the thought that it's instead his words that might drive Lancelot away is nearly too much.

"If I don't want you to? Lancelot..." He reaches out without thinking and closes his hand around the other man's once more. Gently guiding the phone (and subsequently, the train schedule) down and out of his view. "Of course I want -- it isn't like that, I'd only meant that you have the option, if..." He stops himself, biting his lip slightly before continuing. "I would prefer it if you stayed. Please."