Lucien was a little taken a back by Faolan's words, even more so the expression the man currently wore. It was.. a little eye opening for him. No one had ever told him to do what he wanted to do. The things that were best for him had always been suggested by other people. From the moment he was born, he had been given no decision on how to live his own life. Taken from his mother because some policemen thought it was what was best for the newborn child, raised within the walls of a church because it kept him safe. Sent away to America to avoid becoming endangered during the war.. Every single decision he had no say in, but for the first time, someone was telling him to do whatever it was would make him happy. Perhaps that's what he had been hoping for someone to tell him this entire time. To validate the feelings of longing he had for freedom.. to assure him that what he wanted wasn't wrong.. or selfish. 

The nephilim felt tears whell up in his eyes, and without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around Faolan in a tight hug. [color=burlywood]"Thank you.."[/color] He said quietly. It was after a moment of this that he realized Faolan might not be comfortable with this action, and quickly let go. He had momentarily felt a bit overwhelmed by his feeling of acceptance. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm sorry it's just.. no one's ever said that to me before.."[/color] He wiped away his tears as he spoke, a little embarrassed he had allowed himself to get so emotional. It was just.. hearing something like this for the first time.. it meant a lot to him.