For a moment it was easy to forget the anguish he had felt these past two months during Faolan's absence. Just having him here standing in front of him right now.. it was so relieving he didn't even know how to express it. He felt himself relax, just a little. He had.. really began to think that maybe he wouldn't come back, but he was glad he had decided to stay.. to wait for him. There was a hint of a smile at Faolan's lips, but it was gone just as quickly as he had seen it. He couldn't even be sure whether he had imagined it or not, but he didn't care. Faolan was here. He was back. 

[color=burlywood]"I can see that..."[/color] He said, considering the man's current state. It didn't really seem like Faolan had seen civilization in well.. since he had left. It had been many years since he had seen the man like this. At a first glance, it didn't seem like he had been hurt in any way, even if there were a few cuts and tears in his clothes. Once he was completely sure the man was fine, he finally brought himself to move toward his door. It was best they didn't continue to linger in the hallway. Quickly he made his way to his door and unlocked it, motioning the Irishman inside. There were.. a lot of things running through his head right, now that he had registered the fact Faolan was back. There were so many things he wanted to do.. wrap his arms around him, demand to know why it had taken so long to return.. and most of all, want to know whether it had been because of what happened.. there had been too many things he had been worried about while the man was gone, but he wasn't sure now was the time to bombard him with questions, not when he had to head out to his next shift soon.

He walked into the room, one that had been intended for two people from the very beginning. He hadn't thought Faolan would take so long to come back, so he had gotten this one with the intention of having it ready for his return. He hadn't seen the point in changing to a room with a single bed, just in case the Irishman had decided to come back at any moment.. and well, here he was. Half the room was occupied with some of the things he had brought from the trailer. In his time here he had spent much more time in the room than back then. It was still tidy, but the table that would usually be used to have breakfast had a variety of books on top of them, ones he had grabbed from the bookstore. There were also two bottles of whiskey, one that had already been half consumed. There were even a couple books on the nightstand next to his bed and the lamp that was placed there. Lucien had found any way to keep himself busy while he was home, and he know seemed more weary than he used to, not really having been getting as much sleep as he should have. He didn't like allowing his thoughts to wander.

[color=burlywood]"Well.. I'm glad you're back. I brought a couple changes of clothing on your behalf when I first got this room, so feel free to go wash up and change.. your key is on the table.."[/color] He said, before heading over to his bed, having already had the next set of clothes he'd be changing into on top. When working with Marcel, since it was a more fancy establishment, he was usually made to wear a suit. That wasn't really something he had a reason to do often, so it had certainly been a bit of a change of pace. As he began to unbutton his shirt, facing away from the Irishman, he slowed his movements, his eyebrows furrowing. There was no way he couldn't just leave without knowing.

[color=burlywood]"Why.. did it take so long? I.. was worried.. I thought something had happened to you.. For a time I thought maybe you weren't going to come back.."[/color] He said quietly, knowing the Irishman would hear him.