Faolan made his way down the street with complete tunnel vision. He did not want anything to distract him from his goal. They had to get inside, where it was safe and they wouldn't seen. He was making a B-line for their boarding house, glad that it wasn't far from where they decided to stop. Once they were there they could...

Do what? 

He had been so caught up in the moment, the kiss, that he hadn't thought about what would come after. He could still feel Lucien's lips against his own, still feel their bodies pressed together. His heart remained a jackhammer under his ribs, and his hands were shaking. If he heard Lucien's voice, felt his touch again, he wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself from continuing what they had begun. His mind was still slightly hazy with drink and his stomach turned with worry at the thought that they may be seen, caught.

He pushed everything away and focused on getting to their temporary home, into their room, where he could think more clearly.

A few more minutes of silent cantering passed and they arrived. Faolan used the key he had been given on the door and was sure to be silent as they made their way up the stairs to their room. Once inside, Faolan shut the door and locked it quickly. He turned to see Lucien looking at him. The two stood feet apart for a moment, just looking at each other...

Faolan fought the urge to step over and grab Lucien once more. He knew if they did that here...he didn't know where it would stop. They were both still at least slightly drunk, though a lot of the haze in his mind had been replaced by a slowly throbbing headache. He didn't want anything to happen that either of them would regret. Even now, Faolan didn't know if Lucien regretted it, or would in the morning.

After an awkward silence, Faolan broke eye contact and looked at the floor, [color=a36209]"It's late..."[/color] he said quietly, then began to walk toward his bed on the far side of the room. [color=a36209]"Better get to sleep, leaving tomorrow."[/color] he added, skirting Lucien so the two would not accidentally touch.

He sat on his bed, facing away from the Frenchman, and began to take off his boots.