[Putting it like that... It sounds pretty terrible yeah, and Faolan huddles himself around his coffee again, once again attempting to crawl inside.]

...he needed me, and I was there. And the next day, yes.

[He swallows, pressing his lips together before continuing:] It was like nothing had changed. That's the message I'm getting from him, at any rate. But it's not exactly something that I can just... Forget, and I don't know...