Lucien's eyes narrowed as Faolan answered his question. It hadn't been the kind of response he had been expecting, and it certainly stunned him into silence, and for a moment he could almost feel his heart pounding out of his chest. His... feelings for him? 

It was then that everything finally snapped into place for the Frenchman. The woman's words from before.. and Faolan's reaction to them. It had been the Irishman getting defensive.. Had his words and actions made Faolan believe he had feelings for him? Did [i]Faolan[/i] have feelings for him? Honestly, he had never thought about it before. Throughout all these years.. Lucien had always felt the most comfortable with Faolan. It was easy for him to make acquaintances in the towns they went through, but he had never grown close enough with any of them to even consider the thought of staying. Being at Faolan's side had been the most natural to him, and he had never gained a close enough friend to compare their relationship to. Part of him had always felt this was normal.. but he was beginning to see that there had been more to it than he had originally thought.

Faolan's voice broke him out of his thoughts. In that moment he realized how much the man's body language had changed. He had that similar defeated look to him, from those many years ago, and it broke his heart to see it now just as much as it had back then. As Faolan turned away from him, he felt his heart sink, and he quickly grew afraid, his impaired mind immediately assuming the worst. His own ignorance had hurt the Irishman's feelings, caused this whole misunderstanding. He couldn't bear it. It pained him to see Faolan like this, and even more so to know that he was the cause of it. No matter what, he knew he could not let the conversation end here. He was afraid of what might happen if it did, and seeing him begin to walk away like this caused an uneasiness in his chest he simply could not bear. 

[color=burlywood]"Faolan."[/color] His voice was quiet, breaking slightly, but he was quick to step forward, and reached out to grab Faolan's wrist in hopes to stop him. [color=burlywood]"Please don't go!"[/color] Desperation and fear was clear in his tone his arm shaking slightly as he held onto his wrist tighter than he had ever held anything in his entire life.

[color=burlywood]"I'm sorry! [i]Please[/i] I—"[/color] For the first time in a very long time, the Frenchman fumbled with his words. His desperation to make sure Faolan didn't leave had made him react faster than his head had been able to keep up with. He wanted nothing more than to clear all of this up, to explain to Faolan that his intention had never been to mislead him, to tell him that everything he had ever said and done had been genuine and honest, and to apologize to him for the hurt his ignorance had caused, but he was afraid that one wrong word would end up destroying everything they had built together.