"You did enough. Even if I have no idea what to do with what you saw," he admits, exposing himself and how helpless he sometimes feels. Their town is rife with magic and Demetri sees how unprepared he is for it now. But he has to try and manage something. He has to see his brother to safety.

That Fabrice doesn't remember the attack causes a frown. "Is there someone who could help? Maybe someone in your family?"

From asking one Coombs to help him to asking after more. His world was turning on its end, it seems to him. Demetri doesn't like asking, no Thornton does, but he's better at it than some of his family. Then again, it would be hard to be worse.

"I don't mind," he answers, relaxing when Fabrice reassures him. "They're protective of you. I can understand that."

It's a night for admissions he thinks, a night for things completely unexpected thrown his way. Demetri leans close, brushing his lips against Fabrice's cheek where his thumb just touched. He wants more than that, but doesn't want to assume as he usually would. This is different, something deep inside is telling him it is. It's not just two people connecting because of the people they care about; filling a void. "Could we try again in the morning?"