Faolan stepped forward, toward Lucien as the Frenchman spoke and turned his back. [color=a36209]"No,"[/color] he said, holding out a hand but not touching him. They were still too far apart. [color=a36209]"It's not alright."[/color]

There was another pause as Faolan dropped his hand, and his gaze, to the floor. He had always had a hard time expressing himself. Even as a boy, he was quiet and observant. His ma told him he didn't even cry when he was born, but he didn't smile either. It was just his way. But now he was trying harder than he ever had to just say how he felt. He had to tell Lucien...so many things, but mostly that he was wrong.

[color=a36209]"I should never have said those things to you. I'm at fault here, I shouldn't have left. I shouldn't have...lied to you."[/color] His voice quieted near the end of this sentence. He needed to say this, but he didn't want to yet. He had so much more to tell him before he said this. He had to back track, to explain.