Lucien was snapped out of his thoughts by Faolan's return. The man had wasted no time in making his way to the table and beginning to eat. The Frenchman made his way over to the table and sat across from the man, taking note of how keen he was on eating his food. 

[color=burlywood]"Thank you."[/color] He said before he began to eat as well. There were too many thoughts swirling through his mind to focus much on the taste of his food. Usually they held some small form of conversation while in the process of eating their food, but that was clearly not the case this time. This awkwardness was beginning to bother him. He understood if Faolan didn't want to talk about it, but could he not even bear to look in his direction? Did he regret things that much? It was that train of thought that finally brought him to speak up.

[color=burlywood]"Faolan."[/color] He spoke up. [color=burlywood]"Look at me."[/color] His tone wasn't harsh, but it he couldn't help himself.

[color=burlywood]"I understand if you don't wish to talk about it, but please don't avoid me."[/color] He said, eyebrows furrowing a little.