[Faolan nods at her words. No. He didn't think it would ever go anywhere. It had never gone anywhere with Laurent's brother, whom he too had admired from the sidelines, if not quite in the same way. But Laurent had been different from the start. Laurent had noticed his wandering eye, and Laurent had thought to call him out on it. Laurent had been all too aware of what there might have been between them, and Laurent had...

He swirls his coffee for a moment, because how can he respond without betraying Laurent's trust? As much as he likes Rosalind, and he does like her a great deal, the exact details are not his to share.]

It was midway through August. Something... Happened. He was frightened. It was the middle of the night, and... [He glances up at her, knowing how it sounds but forcing himself to finish the thought anyway.] He insisted that he did not want to be alone.