"I know you will," Lancelot replies, then his eyes flick away to watch the traffic go by again.
He's quiet until they get into Shepherd's Bush, then he sits up a little more and frees his hand from Faolan, watches the streets go past half curiously and half wary.
If a vampire can know where Lancelot lives, why can't an obsessive student know where Faolan lives after all? The taxi pulls up and Lancelot digs for his wallet, scrunches his face at Faolan when he waves him off then awkwardly waits on the pavement until the man has paid and goes to lead him up. The air is cooling off, and Faolan's flat is heated the way someone heats a place they aren't in very often -- low, and infrequent so as not to escalate the bills. Lancelot flips his coat over the back of the sofa and is glad of his v-neck, even if it isn't the warmest he owns.
"You wanted to order in, then?" he prompts, flopping onto the sofa and rubbing absently at his arms.
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He's quiet until they get into Shepherd's Bush, then he sits up a little more and frees his hand from Faolan, watches the streets go past half curiously and half wary.
If a vampire can know where Lancelot lives, why can't an obsessive student know where Faolan lives after all? The taxi pulls up and Lancelot digs for his wallet, scrunches his face at Faolan when he waves him off then awkwardly waits on the pavement until the man has paid and goes to lead him up. The air is cooling off, and Faolan's flat is heated the way someone heats a place they aren't in very often -- low, and infrequent so as not to escalate the bills. Lancelot flips his coat over the back of the sofa and is glad of his v-neck, even if it isn't the warmest he owns.
"You wanted to order in, then?" he prompts, flopping onto the sofa and rubbing absently at his arms.