Lucien smiled slightly at Faolan's response. Over time he had learned that if he was just a little stubborn enough, sometimes he could get Faolan to give into him when it came to things like this. He knew the Irishman didn't like asking for help so, he never wasted any time in offering it. He scooted closer to him, and placed his hands on his arms, before he began his healing process to get rid of the physical weakness and exhaustion in the man's body. He didn't deny it made him a little tired because of their long night, but he was sure it was not nearly as bad as how Faolan had felt. They continued to sit at the edge of the lake after he was finished, continuing to rest a little. The view was nice enough to provide them with a bit of relaxation, and once they were ready to go, they headed out again.
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The nephilim had kept his promise to try to help Faolan in any way he could. He had been able to keep a detailed record of the moon phases in his calendar, and between the way the Irishman would get when the time grew near, it became a lot easier for them to keep track of it, and no incident like that ever happened again. Lucien had spent a lot of time in their travels continuing to train with Faolan, and he had also began to practice his barriers much more, whether it was simply cutting the amount of time they took to create, or learning to spread them across much larger areas. He had even learned how to reverse it so instead of keeping people out, it kept people in. He did this mostly to provide Faolan with more reassurance that he could protect himself, but despite this practice he still would not allow him to stick with him close to a full moon. It's not like he didn't understand, it was just.. his way of continuing to keep him safe. It was simply not a risk he wanted to take, and Lucien respected that, even if it meant Faolan had to be absent a lot more than he used to be.
It was because of those longer period's of absences that Lucien gained more independence. Throughout the years that followed, growth had treated Lucien well, and he now stood only four inches under the Irishman, he felt like catching up was a fruitless dream, but at least now he didn't feel as small next to him. He hadn't slacked on any of his physical training either, so by now he had gained a good amount of muscle. There were no signs of the frail looking Frenchman Faolan had met on the boat long ago. Lucien never stopped sending letters to both Father Cyril and Father Thomas, who he had been relieved to know feared well during the war. In general, it seemed Bordeaux had been spared from a lot of damage, much to his relief.
In the rest of their travels, Lucien's skills to negotiate and interact with other people had greatly increased. Finding jobs had become a lot easier, but Lucien's politeness tended to get him into a few misunderstandings with the ladies, even more so in the times the Irishman wasn't around. There were times where he was not aware that the things he said could make it seem like he was interested in them, but the Frenchman never had such intentions. Luckily it had never caused a huge problem, as they were very understanding of the fact that Lucien was simply a gentleman, and treated everyone with equal kindness and politeness, no matter the gender. Despite the amount of people that ended up expressing their interest in him in their travels, Lucien always politely declined them. Not once throughout their journey had the Frenchman considered settling down with anyone. He always enjoyed Faolan's company the most, and the thought of not travelling with him anymore was something that never even crossed his mind. With Faolan he could always be himself, and he never really had to think about the way he spoke. He could always be honest with him, no matter what. Even if the man's absences were more frequent than before, Lucien always found himself happy and relieved when he returned.
Now, the two men found themselves walking through one of the cities in Wisconsin. They had already finished working for the day, and were looking for something to pass the time. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a group of men who were coming out of a bar, enjoying themselves in song. One thing the Frenchman had learned over the years is that there were many different type's of drunk people, not just the dangerous ones the priests had told him to stay away from. Honestly he had always been curious to know what it was like. Plenty of times Lucien and Faolan had found themselves working in bars, and he had always received comments here and there about the French's love of wine. This was something he was not unfamiliar with, considering he had tasted it before back at the church, but had never completely indulged in it. This made him curious. He glanced up at the Irishman, and then back at the bar the men had come out of.
"Hey, Faolan. We're done with work for the night, and we have tomorrow off. How do you feel about a visit to the bar? I'm honestly a little curious, I've never been drunk before." He said.
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