Lucanis does let himself be pulled to his feet by Davrin, lost in the sensation of the other man's skin against his, of looking into those warm brown eyes he could get lost in. How did he come to deserve someone so steadfast and true? 'Assan', he'd named the griffon, but Davrin always flies the course like an arrow, himself.

Besides, 'how did he deserve this', that's so easy. He doesn't.

"Even if I can get through a door, I just end up going in circles," Lucanis confesses, bringing his hands up to Davrin's face, thumbs gently caressing at his cheeks. He wants nothing more than to follow the true north that Davrin feels like, but he always gets lost somehow. Better to not drag Davrin off-course with him, isn't it? "Just leave me behind."