Lucien tried to continue his work like nothing was wrong, a fake smile plastered on his face as he greeted guests, made his recommendations, and made small conversation with those who sought it from him. He was doing everything he possibly could to keep himself busy or distracted, not wanting his thoughts to stray back to his talk with Faolan and how much it hard hurt to hear his rejection. 

When it came time to play the piano, his feelings became much harder to keep buried. Lucien had always been the type to pour his feelings into his music. It gave it more depth, and while normally it was a good way to express himself, it wasn't what he wanted for himself right now. Despite that, someone had asked him to play something French.. and he had settled on Chopin, which might have been a mistake in his current mood. With every key his fingers played he felt like he was underwater, sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of the swirling feelings inside of him.  It was ironic that he had subconsciously chosen this song of all things.. Valse de l'adieu. A song about a farewell. 

The last thing he wanted was to say farewell to Faolan again. In reality part of him feared that the Irishman wouldn't even be there when he returned. That he would leave again but this time determined not to return. The thought of that was almost unbearable. If he had to say goodbye to something, he was willing to make the sacrifice of his feelings, willing to keep this locked away within his heart.. in hopes that he could actually go back and pretend none of this happened for the sake of the friendship he had treasured all these years.

It wasn't until he realized that his eyes were becoming glassy that he tried to snap himself out of it, just as he neared the end of the song. He was working right now, he couldn't keep getting distracted like this. Once the piece came to an end, he heard the applause from some of the patrons in the bar. 

[b]"Oh Lucien that was great! It was The Farewell Waltz wasn't it? The way you played it just pulled at my heartstrings!"[/b]

Lucien gave the woman a small bow at her praise. [color=burlywood]"Thank you, mademoiselle. I'll be playing something a little more upbeat for my next piece, I can't have my audience in tears now can I?"[/color] He said.

At this, the woman giggled. [b]"It's worth hearing your beautiful music. We'll love anything you decide to play."[/b] 

The nephilim simply smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, before he turned back to the piano to begin to play again, this time keeping a better hold of himself. The rest of his work night went on like this, until he had finally stopped playing and returned to the bar. 

[b]"Your performance today was outstanding, but even I couldn't help but get a little emotional. Est-ce que tu vas bien?"[/b] He asked. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm alright.. it's just one of those days. I apologize if I affected the mood in the bar negatively."[/color] 

Marcel shook his head. [b]"No, not at all, the ladies loved it. I have no complains for you, except you always steal their.. eyes?"[/b] He joked, his English breaking for a moment. His pronunciation was still a bit in progress, but Lucien tried to help when he could.

[color=burlywood]"Their attention? Unintentional, I assure you."[/color] He said as he finished polishing the last of the glasses. It was about time they closed up. It had been a long time since he had been concerned about what time he was heading home, but there was a part of him that felt incredibly nervous of what he would find. 

[color=burlywood]"Unless you need me for everything else, I think I'm calling it a night."[/color] He said, causing Marcel to raise an eyebrow. 

[b]"No late night drink today? Are you ill? If you call out sick, lots of guests will be disappoint."[/b] Despite his choice of words, Lucien knew Marcel was worried, so he quickly shook his head. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm quite healthy, there's nothing to worry about."[/color] He said before he walked out from behind the bar. He didn't really want to be asked anymore questions, so he decided it was best to leave. [color=burlywood]"I shall see you tomorrow."[/color] 

With that, Lucien left the bar, though his pace in getting home was slow. He was dreading what he might find in his return.. considering how things had gone before he left. Worst case scenario Faolan was gone.. best case.. they'd be able to go back to acting like before.. somehow, but he wasn't sure how fast he'd be able to repress how he felt about him. He tried not to think selfishly. It was unfair of him to force his feelings onto Faolan if he did not feel the same way. One way or another, he had to move forward. 

Lucien continued on his way, making his way up the stairs until he finally reached the door of his room. His eyes lingered on the handle of the door for a moment, before he finally brought himself to open it. Immediately his eyes scanned the room, and he took note of Faolan now sitting on his bed. He felt himself relax ever so slightly. So he was still here. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm back.."[/color] He muttered, not really knowing what else to say before he made his way across the room to his side of the room.