lanselos_du_lac

Galahad hesitates. It's been a long time since his Lancelot's coldness hurt him, a long time since he craved his approval. The matter between them is, to his mind resolved, and when he thinks of the things Claudius said Laertes told him about Lancelot (shy, not aloof, not permitted to share the world; a smile like a secret; he bows under the weight of what is expected of him) Galahad wonders whether he's the one now who could withhold longed-for approval. He still feels a grain of responsibility for Lancelot's happiness, after being the cause of his rough beginning in this place, even though Lancelot has friends now, even lovers.

He shakes his head.