[He's not crying about Camelot. Not really. He's read the stories, and he doesn't need her reassurance (and Lancelot is long dead as far as he's concerned). It's more about what talking about it drags up - his intense homesickness, the nagging sense that he can do more good in Camelot than he'll ever be able to do here, that even without the passage of time he's betraying his kingdom by simply being here. That he's drifting away from Arthur. That he can't do right for doing wrong.
His head hurts; he feels physically ill. But he doesn't begrudge her the misinterpretation, he just nods.]
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Date: 2012-07-25 06:54 am (UTC)His head hurts; he feels physically ill. But he doesn't begrudge her the misinterpretation, he just nods.]
...Thank you.