"Hmm," is all the response Fabrice can manage, entirely enveloped in the other man and every event of the past evening. He's as snug as though he were wrapped in a cocoon, and he wishes he could always fall asleep like this, with Demetri's arms around him and his nose in his hair. He harbors a hope that this can happen again, for already the thought of a bed without Demetri in it seems to barren to contemplate. If this the only chance they get, Fabrice is going to sink into it and enjoy it thoroughly, his eyelashes flickering as he finally falls asleep.