Lucien was taken aback with every word Faolan spoke. Everything came out rushed, it was clear his thought process was all over the place, but with every word that escaped him, the nephilim felt himself being pulled in again. He felt his heart almost beating out of his chest as he tried to process what Faolan was saying to him. He felt that door he had been so desperately trying to keep shut burst right open. He found himself moving toward the Irishman, wanting to close the distance between them. A light returned to his eyes as he realized that Faolan felt the same way as he did, and hope finally returned to him. Faolan.. wanted him. That kiss had meant something to him.. None of this was a mistake. A weight was lifted off his heart, and the Frenchman finally relaxed. 

He could not deny that he was not pleased with the way Faolan had handled all of this.. but Lucien was not the kind of person who would hold this against him. There was no doubt in Faolan's eyes. They were honest, just like the Faolan he had always known. Just like that, every doubt that Lucien had been struggling with completely disappeared. The fear of Faolan leaving him, of their friendship falling to ruin, was gone. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm not sorry that it happened either. I know that I was drunk, and I know I wasn't thinking clearly. I was confused at first.. but in that moment.. when our lips touched.. I knew. I knew that was what I wanted. I didn't want to let go of you."[/color] He reached out, hesitantly for a moment, to place a gentle hand on the Irishman's cheek, gold eyes staring into his emerald ones. 

[color=burlywood]"I wasn't sure.. how to act. I didn't know if you wanted to pretend it never happened or you just didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You are the most important person in my life, Faolan. I didn't want to lose you.. I was willing to lock all of my feelings away if it meant our friendship could be salvaged."[/color] Briefly, he averted his gaze, but then the Frenchman's eyes found his again, with a more determined look. For the first time in his life, the nephilim felt what it was like to be greedy. 

[color=burlywood]"I don't know.. If I can be that selfless anymore."[/color] He paused for a moment, his thumb lightly trailing down toward the corner of the man's lips, just short of touching them. [color=burlywood]"What does that mean for us?"[/color] He stepped closer to him as he spoke, almost able to feel his breath.

[color=burlywood]”This is your last chance to run, Faolan, because if we go through with this, I’m not letting you go again.”[/color] This was the closest he had been to the Irishman since he had woken up that morning in his arms, but he stopped himself from going any further, allowing Faolan the final say.