[...well. Initially, Sycamore thought the first paragraph of those messages was the main response, so he was getting ready to reply until he noticed the ellipses still on the screen - more text incoming? So he falls silent, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward to watch Lysandre's words flash onto the screen. If he was honest, he probably would have preferred to read them with the camera off, mainly because...well, Lysandre has said it himself - he's not a subtle man, and he knows his face will be expressing every iota of the emotions he's feeling as he receives each new portion. How embarrassing...

His face falls, when Lysandre speaks about feeling impermanent, before rising again as he talks about their relationship, finally settling into what he would describe as 'overly emotional but extremely happy'; a warm look in his (somewhat bright...) eyes and a soft smile. He waits until he's sure Lysandre is finished, before he speaks:]

...okay, firstly, I know my face probably did a number of weird things just then, so you have to promise not to judge me.

[His voice did not break a little bit when he said that, by the way! Purely your imagination. Now...]

But I...I'm also probably going to say something silly, so the same rule applies, but...you don't have to thank me for anything, mon cheri. I haven't felt this way about someone in....ever, really, if I have to be honest, and knowing that you're happy and that this is something you want, I...

[....wooooorrddsssSSSS words are so hard, if only he could proof-read speech....]

....well, I want you to be happy, first and foremost, so that...makes me happy.

[Say 'happy' again, Augustine-]

And delighted! And...I really wish Cordis would hurry up so I can get over there, but as long as I can talk to you, I'm fine. But I intend to make up for all this distance.

[god that will do for now, he'll be a bit more coherent in a moment, but...it is very very obvious that those messages went down well.]