After several months, and numerous dates Vash finally felt comfortable around Francis. He started to realize that the other man's charm wasn't a façade to get into his pants, it seems that's just his personality, which he couldn't say he hated.
They were sitting down in Francis's living room, having a cup of coffee, this had become the routine as they grew closer and closer.
It took Vash by surprise how amusing and wonderfully entertaining the taller blond was, since the swiss doesn't have many friends outside his coworkers and sister, and he wasn't looking for more either.
It was getting late when the smaller blond received a text from Lily.
"Could I have the house alone for the night?"
That was odd, she had never asked that before, but they're were both adults so he guessed it's not a big deal.
"Uh, Francis, my sister needs the house for tonight, could I stay over?"
"Of course! No problems, although I'll need to get the guest room ready, give me a couple of minutes."
In less time than what it took to brew the coffee they were drinking, Francis had finished preparing the guest room.
"And all done! Feel right at home."
"It'd be hard to feel 'at home' in such a nice house, mine is pretty small." He softly smiled.
"I'm sure it is beautiful."
And so, they spent the rest of the evening chatting away until dinnertime, after which they were both about to head out to their respective rooms when the Frenchman stated:
"Bonne Nuit" kindly to the other one.
The swiss replied with the same kindness
"Goodnight, adieu."
Francis started brewing some tea, he forgot to ask Vash if he wanted some, but he'll make some for him either way, he didn't mind if the swiss rejected it. He made sure to use the fanciest one on this pantry, he was infatuated with the other blond and wanted to make a lasting impression, a good one that is.
He got this fine china set and poured the hot beverage inside them, after putting them in a nice tray he calmly walked to the guest's room.
"Hey, I made some tea wou—"
And before he could finish the phrase he tripped over Vash's backpack, spilling over both cups right into the mattress, but thankfully not breaking the china.
The shorter blond's face went pale, as he immediately realized that the host's falling was because of this luggage.
"Are you ok?!" He almost shouted in horror.
"I'm ok, don't worry, the carpet is not too hard." The Frenchman replied from the floor.
"Let me help you up." The swiss said getting up and stretching out his hand, then also realizing that this bed was entirely soaked and so were his pants from the knee down and his socks.
The taller blond did not need help getting up, but this was a chance to take the other one's hand that he would not lose.
"Thank you, now let's make sure your clothes don't get ruined!"
He said, apparently not caring about the state of the room but the swiss's comfort.
"I'll get you some shorts and some slippers right away!"
"No, don't, I'll help you clean up!"
"Why? you'll catch a cold if you stay on those wet socks, and we wouldn't want that would we?" The Frenchman said, in a sweet and caring manner, which caught the swiss by surprise.
"...Okay..." He replied shyly, not expecting him to sound so nurturing.
After the Frenchman made another round of teas, cleaned the room, and found a suitable change of clothes for Vash. Although Vash helped through all of Francis's chores since he felt responsible for the damage caused.
"Again, I'm so, so sorry, I hope you can forgive—"
"Vash, I could never get mad at you, It was not your fault, I like you too much to get mad."
And so, Francis tried to play it off as some platonic saying, like he didn't just absolutely out himself.
The shorter blond did not know what to make of that, he chose to interpret it as him being friendly.
"Huh, Thank you, I guess I also like you like that way too then!"
Oh no. All that was in the swiss's mind was 'Why did I say that?' looped over another voice that tells him 'But it's true.'
There was an awkward silence between the two.
The taller one broke it.
"Uh, so, we might need to share a room..."