Lancelot looked around the large room, taking stock of what was happening. The couple loudly copulating on an enormous bed caught his attention first, and he found his cheeks nearly as pink as Saber's. Among several other people chatting or trying to sleep, Forest was sitting in a couch grumpily. The voice in his head acted up at the sight of her, making him wince, but he did his best to suppress it.
"I... shall be nearby when you are ready to discuss the situation at hand." The dark knight made his way off, praying that there was something, anything to drink in this place, leaving Saber and her former Master to reunite.
Shirou was in the middle of a raging internal conflict. He was used to loneliness, much of his time in the past few years had been spent on his lonesome, with minimal contact with even Rin and Luvia. On the other hand, he hadn't enjoyed his time being a hero like he had around the few who truly understood him. Things were even on the cusp of change, of the possibility of more than he had imagined with the Finnish magus, when the choice had been taken out of his hands. Now with what little family he used to have lost to him, there was nothing to look forward to except the next person to save.
Under other circumstances Shirou would never be forward enough to initiate a hug here, but he found himself crossing the distance between him and his former Servant, former lover, and wrapping his arms around her and gently pulled her into him. It was rather awkward, with the height difference and having only just met for the first time in over a decade, but in that moment he found himself unable to care.