"I always wanted to have siblings," he admits, dwelling on his old dreams of a full and happy family. Of course, his father's early demise and his mother's inability to move on from it put the idea of siblings out of the question. "Especially a sister, I think. But then, I have my cousins."

Fabrice blushes at the question, because it sort of sounds like a date, and he can't keep the hopefulness out of his voice.

"Oh, of course! What night works best for you?" He tries not to sound overly eager, but he suspects he fails, judging from the way the corners of his mouth hurt from smiling so much.