Fabrice knows this whole relationship provokes the rumors and the damned town curse; it's crazy to think that he feels such a surge of affection for the other man. He knows the rest of his family, barring Moira and his mother, would disapprove. Fabrice finds that he doesn't care, that it's worth risking their wrath just to be able to be close to this man who has, in one night, edged his way into Fabrice's life.

He glances down at their entwined hands, smiling wider as Demetri squeezes them together. This is a closeness he's craved most of his life; he wants to offer it and more to Demetri, provide him a place of sanctuary and be there to comfort him when the pressure of the world gets to be too much.

"Will," he pauses, swallowing as he lingers on what to say. "Will you show me? How it gets better, I mean?" His cheeks flush, but with an emboldened curiosity rather than shyness, just one of the ways in which Demetri's presence has helped him. He moves in closer, nuzzling at the other man's neck, unable to help himself. He just wants to be close to him, a thought that almost scares him with its ferocity.