"Well, I think I'll like it anyway, though I'm probably heavily biased," Fabrice laughs with him, unable to help himself. Demetri's laughter is contagious, warm like a summer breeze. He finds himself wishing he could hear more of it; there's almost an childlike innocence to it, free of the rest of the burdens Demetri otherwise bears.

He follows the other man to what looks to be the garage, following him inside and letting his gaze roam around the room. It might be smaller than what one would expect, but to Fabrice, it seems very much like Demetri. "I like it. It's very cozy and very you," he tells him, smiling into his shoulder. "Did she really? Your sister sounds like quite the determined type."