Faolan [i]huffed[/i] loudly, a sarcastic smile coming to his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. [color=a36209]"'Distraction...sure."[/color] he said, then nodded toward the half-empty whiskey bottle. [color=a36209]"I wonder how many more of those you have lying around..."[/color] Faolan's da had been a drinker, a heavy one, and Faolan had seen this too many times not to know what it meant. He knew what had happened with Lucien the last time he had been drunk, what was to stop it from happening again, with someone else?

[color=a36209]"At least you had a shoulder to cry on."[/color] he said, shrugging, [color=a36209]"I'm sure [i]Marcel[/i] is good company with a few fingers of whiskey in the belly."[/color]

Imagining Lucien with some other, faceless man was driving him to anger. He had been annoyed before, but now it was swelling into his chest as a bubble that may burst. It was like what had happened with those women, only worse because it was a man this time. All those years spent in hiding, agonizing over his feelings, and Faolan finally faces them to find the object of his affection gallivanting with another [i]man[/i]...no, this was not fair. Faolan had spent the last two months utterly and completely alone, left to ponder and worry, so that Lucien could find happiness without him. He wasn't aware that he would be so easy to replace.