Faolan pulls the new shirt on over his head and turns at the sound Lancelot's voice. Frowning slightly, although not because of Lancelot himself, but because of the implication behind his words. He bites his lip slightly, shaking his head as he steps back towards the other man and rests his hand against the door frame to lean just against it on this side of the room.

"I want..." he says, trailing off, flicking an uncertain glance up at the other man through his eyelashes. "I'd like. I'd like for you to stay. If. If you'd like to stay. Knowing..." He trails off again, before shrugging helplessly. "Knowing everything, really. Knowing what a mess I am especially I suppose." He glances away again. "I'm sorry," he says, although he doesn't know what specifically he's apologizing about just yet.