"Hmmm," he agrees, because the more he looks at his own scars, the more he realizes how bizarre and inaccurate the media is in regards to their coverage on the attack, a thought that strikes him as odd, though he can't explain why. He sincerely hopes that whoever gave him these scars isn't behind kidnapping James and Moira.

When Demetri pulls him in for another kiss, Fabrice all but throws himself into it, clutching at the other man's shoulders as he cradles his neck, recognizing the need in the other man's hungry kiss and responding with his own, a deep kind of hunger that scares him with its potency. He lets out a moan, unable to keep his need to himself.

He feels bereft when they part, and Fabrice realizes that he has never felt so desperate for someone in his entire life. He realizes that he hasn't felt afraid of showing himself to Demetri since the other man entered his home, something that lingers in him as he meets Demetri's gaze, raw and as wild as his own.

"U-upstairs," he pants, pulling back a bit and grabbing onto Demetri's hand to lead him to his bedroom.