Faolan shivers as the other man reaches out to touch him, and it isn't because of the touch itself (though there have been times admittedly where Lancelot's attentions had sent shivers through his body). It's because through that touch, he can feel Lancelot's fae magic, as if the sun had just come out from behind a cloud. But on top of that sensation of warmth, he catches hints of other things, which make little sense to him as he stands safe in Lancelot's living room. A flash of fear, the snap of jaws. And other things, sounds, voices, people that he does not know and can't understand.

He lets out a shuddering breath and then it registers to him that he is standing mute in front of the other man after having shown up to his flat with no explanation at all. Is everything alright, he asks, and Faolan can only shake his head in response to the question. "I..." He tries again, glancing at the other man, his dark eyes wide and perhaps even a little frightened, "I don't know what's happening. I feel. I feel as though I'm losing my mind..." It would hardly be the first time in front of the other man, he thinks bitterly to himself.