Lucien was disappointed to feel Faolan lift his arms off of him. There was a part of him that didn't want him to let go, that wanted to lay with the Irishman for a little longer, but he controlled himself. It seemed he had become a little greedy. His eyes didn't leave Faolan as the man got off the bed to retrieve his clothes, though he did force himself to look away as he looked down at his own state of disheveled clothing. Finally he brought himself to sit up, letting out a small groan at the throbbing in his head. 

[color=burlywood]"Do you have a headache too or is it just me?"[/color] He muttered. The fact that Faolan was not making any attempt to talk about last night threw him off a little.. but then again the Irishman had never been really good at talking. Was he just.. going to forget about it? Did he even remember? Even though he hadn't gotten drunk before he did know some people's memories got a bit fuzzy. He had overheard plenty of stories in the bar he had worked at. No.. that couldn't be the case. They had woken up on the same bed after all.. even if he didn't remember.. that would still be something to question. Part of him felt like he was just overthinking everything but.. he didn't just want to leave things like this, specially not with Faolan about to take his leave. 

[color=burlywood]"Wait, Faolan.."[/color] He called out, finally rising from the bed. [color=burlywood]"Shouldn't we.. talk?"[/color] He finally brought himself to say.