[CLOSED TO LANCELOT]

[reticence]

What with the business with the medium and then the slight eruption of chaos in the city following the turnover within the Islington nest on Samhain, Faolan wasn't certain at first that he would get the chance to make this second attempt any time soon. But as the dust begins to settle, he realizes it's now or never, and with the holidays coming up and who knows what else might follow given the current political state of affairs, he knows he has to act now or not at all.

So it is one night that he turns to the other man, as they're packing up at work at the end of the day to go their separate ways -- Faolan hasn't quite been following Lancelot home after work as often as he might have done before the fiasco with the French restaurant, slightly self-conscious of the act now that, well. Lancelot's agreed to accept and even reciprocate his affections, for that matter. A fact that he can't quite wrap his mind around.

"Do you...have any plans this weekend?" he asks, trying (and most likely failing) to be nonchalant as he does.

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[reticence]

"I..." Faolan stutters, at once mortified by his own actions and. Pleasantly surprised by Lancelot's response, to tell the truth. It isn't as though the man is telling him not to because it makes him uncomfortable or shying away from the touch. He merely comments on how it might be too much for the public eye. Which Faolan understands, considering it really wasn't what he had meant to do in the first place.

He doesn't want to pull away. He doesn't want Lancelot to pull away. He should probably move his hand before they start getting looks though. Carefully sliding his hand into the space between Lancelot's bag and his jacket from there, until his hand is pressed flat against his back and secured there underneath the weight of it. "There," he says glancing up at the other man, his face still rather red although luckily it's too dark for anyone to be able to see it much from a distance. "Sorry, I..." Didn't mean to, hadn't been able to do this until he had had his hand there in the first place, couldn't reach his shoulders over his bag... "I'm short," he explains at last.