Gregory had always wanted to know where Christophe went when he had free time. Sure, he visited Gregory a lot, but what about when he wasn't with the blonde? Where did he go so often, and why did he come back looking so…relaxed? Content, happy even. What was it that made "Ze Mole" so at ease? Well, today, he decided to find out. He would follow his amour to…wherever it was that he went.

Gregory walked a ways away from the Frenchman, hoping against hope that the other didn't notice him. Several minutes passed. They took several turns and short cuts, eventually reaching a broken down building. It was obvious that it had been abandoned for a while.

Christophe wandered in as if he did this every day, and Gregory cautiously followed. He wasn't stupid; he wouldn't let his guard down. Anything could happen in a place like this; he had been on the battlefield since he was eight, he knew to keep alert.

His ears caught a sound. At first, he couldn't tell what it was. But as he drew nearer, he realized what it was.

Kittens.

"And 'ow are you all doeeng, eh?" Christophe said, smiling at the contents of the box. The kittens all mewed in greeting, and the Frenchman kneeled down, resting on his knees, reaching for something. Gregory saw that it was a fairly-sized bowl, a container filled with some kind of powder, and a large, half-empty jug of water. He shook some of the power into the bowl, and poured some water into it, using a stick to stir it.

"Zere you go." He said, placing the concoction into the box. Craning his neck, Gregory realized that it was kitten milk, and the baby cats were lapping it up fiercely. Christophe sat and watched with…was that a fond look on his face?

Once the kittens were done, Christophe took them out of the box and let them explore. "Don't go runneeng off again. You know I'll just catch you like always." He said, keeping an eye on them.

A couple of them, one black and white, and the other a smoky grey, climbed onto the Frenchman's lap, and proceeded to climb up his shirt. "Ack! Alright, alright, sheesh."

It was official. Gregory Thorne was now in the Twilight Zone.

After a while, Christophe lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, surrounded by sleepy kittens all wanting to cuddle with him. Gregory couldn't stop the amused grin that was demanding entrance to his face. That was definitely the cutest thing he had ever seen.

"Alright, you guys. I 'ave to go before I fall asleep. I weel see you next time, oui?" As he got up, the cats meowed in protest. "I know, I know, but I 'ave to get 'ome. Je suis désolé."

Christophe turned, and stopped abruptly as Gregory's grinning face came into his line of vision. "Gregory? Que faites-te ici?"

"How cute. I didn't know you liked cats." Gregory said, coming out of his hiding spot and stretching nonchalantly.

"…You leettle beetch." Christophe said, rolling his hazel eyes. "Partons à la maison."

"Oui, mon amour."

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"Gregory?"

The British blonde looked up at his amour, raising a delicate eyebrow. "Yes?"

Christophe poked his head into the kitchen (the brunette was in the living room), and held out a calico kitten that he had found waiting for him on his bed. "Would you 'appen to 'ave somezeeng to do wiz zees?"

Gregory smiled innocently. "Why, mon cheri, wherever did you get that?"

Christophe rolled his eyes.

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Amour: Love
Je suis désolé: I am sorry
Que faites-te ici?: What are you doing here?
Partons à la maison: Let us go home.
Oui, mon amour: Yes, my love.
Mon cheri: My darling.