Lysander's accident was terrible. Both you and Castiel were worried sick about your friend's current situation.

Out of consideration and perhaps more, Lysandre was present at his side in the hospital, making sure he was okay, if there was something wrong or if he even remembered his face. Like it or not, the face he remembered was not yours.

‘Rosalya is my girlfriend?’ He asked, as if his world would fall apart if yours best friend didn’t have a ring on her finger, given to her by him. It's painful, of course it is. Having Lysander so oblivious to your feelings for him hurts like a knife.

In the next few days, he remembered her face, and not only that, but she was recovering perfectly and could return to school soon, which was great. With that, his observation also came. Lysandre couldn't help but notice the way your eyes narrowed softly every time you looked at him. As if there was something stuck in your throat.

His fingers tapped softly against the wooden desk, where his meal, kindly delivered by a nurse, was left half-eaten. He seemed more interested in your situation. Like it or not, you are still close friends with him.

“You look tense.” Lysandre points out, noting your slightly tense shoulders, revealing some of your visible stress. He doesn’t seem pleased to see you like this. “There’s trouble at Sweet Amoris?” It was likely in his head, since before the accident, yours complaints about Castiel's rude behavior were constant.

“You seem upset. Did I do something to upset you?”