Faolan flushes slightly, turning his face into the other man's shoulder
even though Lancelot probably wouldn't be able to see it anyway, from this
angle. How to respond, to an observation like that? To some extent, he's
not wrong, he isn't much of a cuddling person. Not as far as the
average person is concerned, at any rate. But Lancelot?
"I used to be a lot of things," Faolan admits, softly. A cuddler included.
A man with a softer heart and gentler ambitions. In another life... It's
not that he doesn't like this, that he doesn't want this. It just
doesn't come naturally anymore. A lot of things that used to be a constant
in his life don't seem to come naturally anymore. But that doesn't mean
that he's forgotten them. "I don't think anyone who knew me before London
would picture me as I am now either, really."
He shits to glance up at the other man again. "I'm not about to offer free
hugs to any random passerby but. That doesn't mean I don't like this. With
you..." He shrugs his free shoulder slightly, the one he isn't
leaning against Lancelot himself.
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Faolan flushes slightly, turning his face into the other man's shoulder even though Lancelot probably wouldn't be able to see it anyway, from this angle. How to respond, to an observation like that? To some extent, he's not wrong, he isn't much of a cuddling person. Not as far as the average person is concerned, at any rate. But Lancelot?
"I used to be a lot of things," Faolan admits, softly. A cuddler included. A man with a softer heart and gentler ambitions. In another life... It's not that he doesn't like this, that he doesn't want this. It just doesn't come naturally anymore. A lot of things that used to be a constant in his life don't seem to come naturally anymore. But that doesn't mean that he's forgotten them. "I don't think anyone who knew me before London would picture me as I am now either, really."
He shits to glance up at the other man again. "I'm not about to offer free hugs to any random passerby but. That doesn't mean I don't like this. With you..." He shrugs his free shoulder slightly, the one he isn't leaning against Lancelot himself.