Faolan glances down at his hands again. Lancelot has a point, after all. To have come so far, for Lancelot to have grown used to the idea, to have accepted it and then even opened himself up to it. It was a lot of change to make, only to have to turn around and attempt to go back to 'the way things were'. As if Faolan can even remember what that was like, before he had started to feel this way.

He chances a glance back up to meet Lancelot's gaze, flicking him another tentative smile as he does. "I suppose that's a good sign then," he says. "That you'd rather this be real than not."