At Faolan's response, Lucien's hands began to move again, though much quicker than before as he changed into his suit, letting silence drift over for a moment. It was only then that he turned around to face him. There were still.. so many things he wanted to say to him. Despite everything.. Lucien was incredibly relieved and happy to see Faolan here again. It was like a heavy weight that had been lifted off his chest, knowing that he was safe, to see that he had come back in the end.. but there were still things he wanted to know, but he stopped himself from asking the barrage of questions he wanted to ask. 

Lucien had always been a selfless person, and Faolan's well-being had always been important to him. He wasn't going to be angry with him for wanting some time to himself, but it made him worry about what that time had done for him. He had returned.. so did that mean he had figured things out? He was unsure of that was a good or a bad thing.. but he was willing to accept whatever answer Faolan would give him at this point, if it meant he could save their friendship. 

[color=burlywood]"Did that help?"[/color] He asked, doing his best to not sound upset. He genuinely, truly hope that it did, because it had done the complete opposite for him. These last two months on his own had been filled with nothing but anxiousness and paranoia over what happened between them, worrying over how this might have affected their friendship. if Faolan had left for this reason, then he sincerely hoped that the Irishman had fared better than he. He was beginning to suspect that Faolan's first instinct when things became too complicated was to run away, but he really wished he had stayed and that they could have talked things out before he had gone, but there was no point in lingering on that anymore. Faolan was here now, so maybe now he'd have that chance.