Faolan turns to watch the other man step into his room and turns his eyes to the floor as he gently chides him in his response. He had come there knowing, however. And he is still there, despite his behavior. "I'm sorry," he says again, because he is. He doesn't mean to get like this, he doesn't mean to...

He forces himself to take a deep breath in and let it out slowly before crossing the room to him and tentatively reaching out for Lancelot's free hand. "You are here," he says, squeezing Lancelot's hand gently. "You are still here. And I am glad to have your company. For what it is worth..."