Lysandre left his house in the morning, and started heading to work, when he got a call on his Holo Caster. He saw that it was Augustine on the other line. He smiled at seeing his friend using his device and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Lysandre, how're you? Hey listen; can you come meet me at your café for a few moments? I need to talk to you for a minute …"

"We can't discuss it over the Holo Caster?" Lysandre asked.

"… I'd rather we talked about it in private."

"Alright, I'll be by soon."

"Thank you, see you soon!"

The Holo Caster hung up, and Lysandre made his way towards his café. He was rather confused as to why they couldn't discuss whatever it was at the Pokémon lab or over the call. But rather than questioning it, he continued onto his café.

When he reached there, he saw Sycamore sitting in the way back. He looked up and smiled slightly, welcoming him. There were no workers in today, but the door was left open. Lysandre took his seat next to Sycamore at the table.

"So what did you need?" Lysandre asked.

Augustine went to say something, but bit his lip, refraining himself from saying his sentence. His face turned red.

"Augustine, what is it?"

"I, um… well, I just wanted to have a coffee with you!" Sycamore said with a smile, eliminating his fear.

"Augustine … my café is closed on Mondays … You of all people should know that."

Sycamore cringed and looked down in defeat.

Lysandre leaned forward extending an arm towards Sycamore, but Sycamore grabbed his wrist and pushed his arm away.

"What is wrong with you …?" Lysandre asked.

"…" Augustine didn't reply.

"Well, if you're not going to talk, I'll see you at work." Lysandre got up from his chair.

"Wait!" Augustine got up from his chair, and managed to trip over his two feet. Lysandre looked back as Augustine hit the floor with a thud. He grumbled; his face hidden on the tiled floor. Lysandre walked back over and knelt down, picking Augustine up. He brought him to his knees. But Augustine still never made eye contact with him. He brought his arms to Augustine's shoulders and stared at him, crossly.

"You need to calm down. What's gotten into you?" Lysandre asked angrily.

"Lysandre …" He whispered. Sycamore glanced up at the red-head, who admittedly had a worried expression about him.

"You're acting strange …" Lysandre said, tightening his grip on Sycamore's shoulders.

Sycamore said nothing but glanced up at Lysandre, blushing.

"Tell me what's wr-"

Lysandre was cut off as Sycamore pressed his lips to Lysandre's. In confusion and astonishment, Lysandre pulled away. His face turned a dark red color. He stared at Sycamore who looked up at Lysandre with a sad and worried look to his face. He hoped that he didn't just ruin their friendship.

Lysandre was speechless. He couldn't say anything, and when he tried, he couldn't even get the first word out.

"Now you know …" Sycamore said quietly.

Augustine turned away, embarrassed by his moves, and Lysandre proceeded to cover his mouth with his gloved hand, blushing too. Augustine went to stand up, when suddenly,

"Wait."

Augustine turned around and saw Lysandre's face also looking worried, but his mouth curved into a smile.

Lysandre brought his hand to Sycamore's face, with his face still flushed, and brought their faces together. Sycamore stared at Lysandre, whose eyes were closed. He shakily wrapped his arms around him, and slowly closed his eyes. They sat like that for a moment, and when they pulled away, Lysandre shared the same worried expression as Sycamore.

"I'm sorry … Just forget this all happened …" Sycamore said quietly.

Lysandre brought his hand to the side of Augustine's face and laughed a bit.

"Don't worry about it …" He said, pressing his forehead against Augustine's. Augustine smiled back at him, also laughing a bit.

They both got up from their sitting position, and they walked away towards the lab …

A few weeks or so had passed since the event, and neither could get the idea out of their head. They still shared a close bond with one another, but if they ever made physical contact, it just made things awkward around them. Eventually, they became more accepting of their relationship, even if they weren't too keen on sharing it with the world quite yet …

It was the night Augustine had become Professor, and already he was swarmed in paper work. It was insane! He had never had this much work to do. But at the same time, he was relieved he finally had this chance, at long last. A knock came from the door to his office.

"Come in!" He chimed.

Peering in through the door was Lysandre.

"Ahh, hello, Lysandre! What brings you here?" Augustine asked in his cheerful voice.

"The others have left. Don't you want to call it quits for tonight?"

Augustine sighed heavily, "I suppose that would be for the best … right?" He glanced up at his friend, who nodded slightly.

Augustine stood up and pushed his chair in. He put his papers into a semi-neater pile next to his laptop. He shut that down, and headed out with Lysandre. Once the lab was locked up tightly, the duo walked into Lumiose City.

"I didn't get the chance to see what time it was …" Augustine sighed.

"It's not that late, only about nine o clock." Lysandre replied.

Augustine looked up at the taller man, "I don't suppose you'd like to stop at a café for a drink?"

Lysandre smiled, "I don't see why not."

Upon that reply, Augustine brought his hand to Lysandre's and entwined his fingers with his friend's. Seeing little to no people around, Lysandre lovingly did the same. Augustine relaxed his head against Lysandre's shoulder, and the two continued on to one of the many café's in the city.

They were seated at a table, and a waitress took their orders. When she brought them their drinks, Lysandre went to have a sip, but caught Augustine staring at him. His elbow was on the table, and he rested his head in his hand, adoring eyes on Lysandre.

"What are you doing?" Lysandre laughed.

"I can't look at you?" Augustine asked, smiling.

"You can, but save it for later." He replied, blushing.

"I'm just looking at you, mon amo-"Augustine cut himself off, and fixed his sentence, "ami."

"What was that?" Lysandre asked, sharing the same look as Augustine now.

Augustine shrugged, "Nothing~."

After chit chatting for a bit, Lysandre yawned loudly.

"You seem tired. How far away did you say your home was?"

"It's not far. It's on the other side of Lumiose City."

Augustine paused for a moment, and then looked up at him again, "I don't suppose you'd like to stay at my place tonight? It's much closer, and you don't have to walk so far, or spend money on a taxi …"

Lysandre smirked, and brought his cup to his lips, "Is this just an excuse to sleep with me?"

Augustine shuddered and his face turned red, "N-no! It was a kind gesture is all!" He buried his face on the table and laughed to himself. When he brought his face up, it was even redder than before.

"I guess I could." Lysandre teased. He reached into his pocket and took out some money to leave for a tip. Augustine did the same, and the duo got up and left.

Augustine's body shook at the thought of Lysandre's words earlier.

"Is this just an excuse to sleep with me?"

At the thought of that phrase, he tightened his grip on Lysandre's hand. Having noticed the sudden grip, he glanced over at him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing … Just thinking."

Lysandre nodded and shrugged it off as nothing. But Augustine knew it was more than nothing. He wanted Lysandre to know. It wasn't a joke as he thought it was. He really felt strongly towards him … perhaps … even more so than his deceased spouse?

…No; Just that same. But he definitely wanted their relationship to be more.