My muse catches your muse’s wrist before they can leave, their grip tightening just slightly.
it's been nice , being able to spend time with lysandre without his son for once. not that he doesn't love paxton , & not that paxton doesn't love lysandre , but it's nice to have time to themselves. it's nothing particularly special , just a quiet cup of coffee & time to catch up despite how busy their lives are.
really , augustine thinks , that's all he could ask for.
he ignores that growing feeling in his chest , the warmth that always seems to make itself known in lysandre's presence. it doesn't mean anything , even if he knows he's lying to himself. but those feelings don't have any place in his life currently , not between his work & his son , foregoing how much both parts of augustine's life have a space that seems to have been carved specifically around his friend's presence. but moments like this are nice , it's always easy with lysandre , to the point where he's lost track of time , coffee having long gone cold in his hands.
❛ suppose i should give your sister a break & head home , hm ?? ❜
not that he thinks paxton isn't adored by lysandre's family as well. but it's a rather poor excuse to leave , to break whatever spell seems to settle over him in lysandre's presence. augustine is slow to stand , slower still to pull on his jacket. before he can get too far , he's forced to pause , stopped by lysandre's hand on his wrist. he's taken aback , looking up from his wrist to his friend's face , eyes slightly widening.
the professor's hand settles on lysandre's wrist , unsure of what he's supposed to make of this moment. sure , he could imagine , & arceus knows a younger augustine certainly had. but instead , all he can do is blink a few times in surprise.
❛ is ... everything alright ?? ❜
augustine's voice is soft , almost concerned. this wasn't typical of him , & despite his earlier statement , he makes no movements to leave , to pull his hand from lysandre's grip , instead , waiting , wondering.
