Once they had arrived at their temporary home. Lucien wasn't sure of what he should do. He looked up at Faolan, just as he had turned in his direction, and for a moment he felt his heart skip a beat. Part of him hoped that Faolan would bring up what happened but.. he didn't. He hoped.. he hadn't decided to just forget about it. There was something about it that was discouraging, even more so recalling that he would be leaving tomorrow, but he didn't argue. They had done enough of that today. 

The Frenchman turned away from him and removed his shoes, before removing the vest over his button up shirt. He began to unbutton it, but then paused before removing it. Perhaps it was best he didn't, even if it was hot. Now that things had.. calmed, he began to feel tired, and decided to just get into his bed. He couldn't help but glance over at Faolan, who had removed his shirt. At this point he couldn't help but be conscious of the fact he was attracted to him, but still he tore his eyes away, and turned away from him. 

[color=burlywood]"Goodnight, Faolan.."[/color] He said quietly before closing his eyes. Despite his attempt at trying to relax, it was harder to do than he had originally thought. He couldn't quite cave into the tiredness he felt, even if he wanted to ease the headache he was having. The events from before kept replaying in his head. He just couldn't stop thinking about what happened. Going forward.. what would this mean for him? Would Faolan really pretend it didn't happen? Or.. would they be able to talk about it? He just didn't know.