Lucien was beginning to unbutton his shirt when he heard Faolan speak again, causing him to pause the movement in his fingers. He knew that it was not alright. Nothing that had transpired since Faolan came back had been alright, but Lucien was much too forgiving. He didn't want to hold any of this against him, he wanted to let go of it as soon as possible so things could go back to being how they always were, so he could try to forget about the way he felt and try to view Faolan as just a close friend again, no matter how hard that may be. 

It was the Irishman's following words that broke his train of thought, and caused him to turn toward him again. Faolan could be many things, but he was not a liar. He had a small tendency to withhold information at times, but he never, ever lied to him. He knew that for a fact.. at least until just now. 

[color=burlywood]"Lied..?"[/color] He questioned. There was a part of him that became hopeful, but he tried to repress it. Lied about what? [color=burlywood]"I don't.. understand.."[/color] He was aware that Faolan was terrible at expressing his feelings, he was.. terrible with words in general, but just this once, he wanted to hear a proper explanation from him. He deserved that much. 

[color=burlywood]"Please be clear with me, Faolan."[/color] He was trying very hard to be in control of his feelings, working so hard to try to keep them at bay. If the Irishman wasn't clear with him, it made it so much harder to finally shut that door so he could put all of this behind him.