That's definitely a no, then. Without much else to go on Lancelot is hard pressed to work out if this is illness or midlife crisis, though. He loops one arm around Faolan to hold him a little closer, trying to ease his fears with the reassurance of touch.

"Sit with me," he murmurs, "tell me what happened."

Then Lancelot is gently coaxing Faolan to walk with him over to the futon, Lily following and fussing in front of it as Lancelot toes off his shoes and tries to arrange himself so Faolan can lean into him as much as he wants. Lily hops up a few seconds later and stands nearly on top of them, tail swishing as Lancelot repeats hey, Lily no, come on, sit down girl until she finally backs up a little and flops beside them.