Fabrice is about to reply that as awful as the island had been, dealing with the politics back home must have been just hellish. But then Demetri closes the distance between them and they're kissing, the warmth of Demetri's hand on the back of his neck seeping through like quicksand; Fabrice shivers, bringing his own hands to cup the other man's face, gasping into the kiss as he returns it, unable to stop himself. Their lips part and come together as he feels himself come alive; he never wants this moment to end.