He follows as Demetri pulls them forward, his head spinning as they make their way towards the stairs leading to his bed. To be in the other man's home, his personal space, away from the rest of the world, is an honor that lends itself to a rush; Fabrice thrills at it. He can't remember the last time he felt so alive.

"I've missed you too," he murmurs back, voice raw from their kissing. "You weren't stupid; you had work, and you needed to get away. I get it." He kisses him again, long and lingering, before speaking. "There's nothing to forgive."