"Would you mind some company?" He asks softly, only more concerned after hearing the other man's words. Demetri sounds weary, to him, and Fabrice knows the feeling of that weariness well from his own experiences. "It looks like tough work."
"Or you could come over to my mother's with me," he suggests, with a small shrug. It's an offer that he wouldn't make to just anyone; he's protective of his mother, especially in the recent weeks, and to make such a suggestion requires a serious level of trust, which, he realizes, he's given to the other man ever since they've gotten to know each other. And it's an innocent request, too, nothing that would raise questions. Fabrice could always tell anyone who might ask that there's more on Violet Coombs he wants the mayor's office to be aware of.
"There's decent beer and I was going to bring home some more greasy food. And there's better lighting," he makes a crack at a joke, gesturing to one of the swinging lights overhead.
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Date: 2014-08-18 11:28 am (UTC)"Or you could come over to my mother's with me," he suggests, with a small shrug. It's an offer that he wouldn't make to just anyone; he's protective of his mother, especially in the recent weeks, and to make such a suggestion requires a serious level of trust, which, he realizes, he's given to the other man ever since they've gotten to know each other. And it's an innocent request, too, nothing that would raise questions. Fabrice could always tell anyone who might ask that there's more on Violet Coombs he wants the mayor's office to be aware of.
"There's decent beer and I was going to bring home some more greasy food. And there's better lighting," he makes a crack at a joke, gesturing to one of the swinging lights overhead.