He looks back at that kiss, with that same open look as before. (He tries so often not to show Laertes how badly he wants to please him, partly because he expects Laertes would prefer him independent. But at the same time he knows few other ways to show his feelings, outside of impressing or pleasing.)

Lancelot squeezes his hand, hard. "I would help thee with thy house, and learn at thy side. If I cannot have thee under the same roof, I would help raise a new one that might shelter thee and thine, regardless of if I am here."