"It's frustrating, isn't it?" He asks as he notices how vulnerable Demetri is, opening up to him like this. From what he's seen of the other man, the way he pulled him aside when they spoke of magic so no one might overhear them, Fabrice realizes he must have few moments in which to unwind and cope with his own worries and fears. It makes him sad, to think of Demetri always beneath the mask of his public persona without any way to deal with his emotions. He's grateful he's opening himself up to Fabric now. "Wishing there was more that you could do when you can't? I know the feeling well," he says, not wanting Demetri to be alone in expressing his more vulnerable side.

"The only person I would be comfortable with asking would be Moira," he admits, sadly. "I don't want to get my mother involved in any of this; I can't help but worry that she might be next to be attacked." It's a fear he's told few people outside of Moira, but it comes naturally out of him with Demetri listening, like maybe he'll understand Fabrice's feelings.

"They're the siblings I never had, in cat form," he tries to joke, knowing it's a poor excuse at one, but making the attempt regardless.

His breath catches again when Demetri leans in and kisses him on the cheek, spreading warmth throughout his whole face. His heart races with something deeper than attraction; he doesn't know what it is, but he knows it's something he's been searching for, even without realizing it.

"We could," he agrees, voice a tad breathless. "If you don't mind spending the night."