Lancelot nods, swirling his glass. What Claudius says about his relationship with Sagramore makes sense; what has developed between the two of them had felt so natural he hadn't even considered the ways in which it is different from both his other friendships, here, and what he expected from Sagramore to begin with. (It's strange, almost, that this is the case. Ease, friendship, almost never came naturally to him before.)
But-- there is an apology in there. This, too, is surprising. He smiles a little, and as he considers how best to say what he is thinking, he pours a little more rye for himself and then gestures for Claudius to bring his glass closer that he might do so for him, as well.
"If it makes you feel any better," he says, with that careful air he often has, even if it has been softened a bit by alcohol, "I was not hurt by it. I did not notice the lack of eye contact or know that to be deliberate, but I understood why you might not... be glad to see me. It isn't that I didn't care, exactly. But it seemed to me that the best thing to do, for both of us, would be not to bother you unless I could help it. We have people -- friends, lovers -- in common. But even before that was the case, I did not wish to trouble you. I have, from the moment I really understood what Galahad was telling me, wished only for him to have comfort and peace here. It pains me that I have hurt him and can do nothing about it, cannot stop it from happening. The least I could do would be not to antagonize someone he loves so well."
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But-- there is an apology in there. This, too, is surprising. He smiles a little, and as he considers how best to say what he is thinking, he pours a little more rye for himself and then gestures for Claudius to bring his glass closer that he might do so for him, as well.
"If it makes you feel any better," he says, with that careful air he often has, even if it has been softened a bit by alcohol, "I was not hurt by it. I did not notice the lack of eye contact or know that to be deliberate, but I understood why you might not... be glad to see me. It isn't that I didn't care, exactly. But it seemed to me that the best thing to do, for both of us, would be not to bother you unless I could help it. We have people -- friends, lovers -- in common. But even before that was the case, I did not wish to trouble you. I have, from the moment I really understood what Galahad was telling me, wished only for him to have comfort and peace here. It pains me that I have hurt him and can do nothing about it, cannot stop it from happening. The least I could do would be not to antagonize someone he loves so well."