He lets his head fall just underneath Demetri's chin when he utters that simple, yet utterly assuring 'yes.' He feels like it's the start of something; he just can't say what, yet. All he knows is how utterly liberated it makes him feel.

His chest tightens at the other man's admission, and he moves to look him in the eyes, his free hand tracing circles down his rather muscular arm. "I...I haven't been able to get you out my head," he almost whispers. "The blue of your eyes, the way you touched my face. It's all I could think about coming home."