Well, he supposes he can understand it being difficult to become used to something you were so convinced was otherwise... Still, Faolan's awkward sort of confessions are something Lancelot doesn't fully know how to reply to. Is there something he should be saying here? He's rather in danger of becoming a broken record if he repeats himself much more.

Opting not to catch himself in that loop, Lancelot instead tugs Faolan forward by their linked hands. Enough that he can drag him close enough to loop an arm around his shoulders.

"You don't need to explain yourself," he says finally. "In fact, it may be better for both of us if you stop trying."