Again, Faolan could not understand almost any of the conversation between Lucien and the boy. He thought he may have caught something about a trap and the next day, but he couldn't be sure. He focused his attention of driving instead, watching for the sign that would lead them to the turnoff they needed.

When Lucien joined him in the passenger seat, he glanced at him out of the corner of an eye, but otherwise kept his eyes on the road. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lip as he felt Lucien's hand on his own, but he did not respond in kind. It was best for him to watch the road.

[color=a36209]"Yeah...we did,"[/color] he said, though his voice was a little strained. Of course he trusted Lucien, but the full weight of what the two of them had done was beginning to sink in. Faolan remembered the day he had agreed to travel with the Frenchman, and the fear and trepidation that went along with that decision. At the time, he had figured that the young man would stick around for a few months, a year at best, before he decided to settle somewhere or move along on his own. Never would he have dreamed that the two of them would still be together all these years later, that they would be...lovers. He would not change that decision for anything in the world...but this was different. He didn't know the first thing about interacting with a child, and now the boy was living with them for the foreseeable future. What if he decided to stay with them? He couldn't be more than ten or eleven at best, and he looked younger than that due to his slight build. This meant another mouth to feed, someone else to clothe...and who would teach him? They couldn't exactly enroll him in school due to their lifestyle, and Faolan was no educator. He could see Lucien doing it, but when would he have time? Who would be responsible for the boy while the two of them were working? Would they ever get to be alone together again?

All of these questions and more were swirling around in Faolan's mind like a hurricane. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and the leather creaked under the force of his grasp.

Instead of this question, he nodded back toward the child and asked, [color=a36209]"He have a name?"[/color] It was all he could manage right now.