AU, Lysandre returns after the events of X/Y
May be extended to something longer later
The first thing Augustine does when Lysandre comes back is punch him in the face.
Lysandre makes no move to defend himself, merely standing there and letting himself get knocked back by the force of the blow. He returns to his original position as Augustine steps back, just as expressionless as he was when he first came in.
The second thing Augustine does is give voice to every previously unspoken thought he's had since that final Holo Caster message. It starts off quiet and subdued at first, but soon escalates into full-out screaming, yelling at Lysandre for being such an idiot, pleading with him to explain why, letting all the thoughts and emotions he'd kept ruthlessly subdued burst out into the open, rushing out in a torrent of grief and betrayal and regret.
The third thing Augustine does is kiss him.
He kisses him because he has no other words left, because he needs Lysandre to understand, because he is tired of seeing the lack of emotion on that terrible, beautiful face, the one that haunts his dreams on the nights when he is feeling particularly alone.
(It's almost all the nights, nowadays.)
Lysandre looks stunned as they break apart. Good, he thinks viciously, even as tears begin to well up in his eyes. Good, he thinks as Lysandre looks down at him helplessly, even as tears begin to spill down his own cheeks. Good, he thinks, even as his body is wracked with sobs and he clings to the front of Lysandre's shirt like a child seeking comfort, pressing his face into Lysandre's chest and placing a hand over his heart so he can feel it, so he knows that Lysandre is here, really here, warm and breathing and alive, and that he's not going to just disappear every time he wakes up again with his arm outstretched and a desperate plea dying on his lips. Distantly, he feels the sensation of strong arms wrapping awkwardly around his thin frame, and it's pathetic how much he takes comfort in the feeling of Lysandre's arms around him, in the familiar scent that invades his nostrils with each deep, shuddering breath.
"I hate you," he says hoarsely, not even caring how much of a mess he must look and sound like.
"I know," says Lysandre.
"You're a bastard and an idiot and I should never speak to you again."
"I know."
"I've missed you," he says, voice cracking as he pulls back to look Lysandre in the eye. "Stay with me. Please. Don't leave me alone again."
"I…"
"Stay?" he begs, looking up at Lysandre with big, watery eyes.
"…I'll stay," says Lysandre.
Maybe one day, they'll have a proper talk about everything. Maybe they won't ever talk about it.
But for now, Lysandre is back, and this is enough for him.