Lucien felt like something had pierced his heart at Faolan's words. It was the answer he had been dreading, from the bottom of his heart. He really hoped that it hadn't been the case.. that it hadn't been a drunken mistake. His shoulders slumped, and he averted his gaze. 

[color=burlywood]"What I want to hear doesn't really matter anymore does it? I wish.. that you would have just said that from the beginning, then I wouldn't have spent the last two months worrying about it."[/color] His voice was quiet, it was clear how much hearing that had hurt him. Hearing that it was a mistake... did that mean.. his feelings were to? He wanted to argue with him, to tell him that despite everything, he had been rational enough to know what he had wanted in that moment, but there was no point. If Faolan thought it was a mistake, then there was no reason he should continue this conversation. He was willing to make that sacrifice if it meant there was a small chance of salvaging their friendship. His golden eyes shifted toward the door, he didn't want to be here anymore. He felt like he might break down if he stayed.

[color=burlywood]"I have to get to work. Make yourself at home. I'll let the landlord know you're staying here."[/color] He said, before walking right past the Irishman and out the door, heading down the stairs and back to the lobby of the home. He stopped by the desk to speak to the landloard. 

[color=burlywood]"That was the friend I was expecting. He was out camping, hence his disheaveled appearance, but don't worry, he won't cause you any problems."[/color] He reassured.

[b]"Aye.. if you say so lad."[/b] The man said. 

With that, the Frenchman took his leave, heading for Marcel's. He tried to push all thoughts of the conversation that had just transpired to the back of his mind. It was fine, he had Faolan's answer now, he just.. had to accept it and move on, but right now he had to focus on work. He didn't want what just happened to get in the way of that.

[b]"Bonsoir, Lucien. Are you alright? You look a little down today."[/b] Marcel spoke up as he walked into the bar, they hadn't quite opened yet.

The man smiled, attempting to get rid of all signs of that in his expression. [color=burlywood]"Yes, no need to worry. I'm just a little tired."[/color] He said.

[b]"Hmm, you do work too much for your own good. You can quit that bookstore at any time you know? I'd gladly pay you more."[/b] This caused Lucien to chuckle. 

[color=burlywood]"It gives me something to do during the day."[/color] He had told Marcel when he first started working here that he wasn't sure how long he would be staying in town, granted this was near the beginning of the month, but it was very unlike Lucien to not mention that preemptively. He didn't want the other Frenchman to waste his time teaching him something if he was just going to end up leaving, but Marcel hadn't mind it. The fact that he had so little knowledge of wine to begin with had astonished him. He had genuinely wanted to teach him more, whether he had stayed or left. At the moment the other man was just happy he had stuck around this long. He was quite popular here. 

[b]"Well, I hope you're in the mood for some music later tonight? Alfonse is sick, but I figured you could cover for him. Everyone loves hearing you play."[/b] At this, Lucien glanced at the grand piano in the corner of the room. 

[color=burlywood]"Of course, you know I'm always happy to."[/color] Usually there was another man who played, but sometimes the customers asked Lucien to play a piece when he was gone, since Alfonse also had a different job, now it had become a habit. Perhaps.. being able to play would help him clear his mind.