He leans in and kisses Demetri, long and slow, hoping to help ease his nerves; he squeezes his hand again, before taking out his key and turning it in the door.
"Mom?" He calls out, holding the door open for Demetri to follow him. He hopes desperately that his mother is out of her room, where she's spent so much time in the wake of Violet's disappearance.
"In the kitchen!" She replies, much to his relief. He turns and looks at Demetri with a smile. "I've brought a...friend home! And food," he adds, as an afterthought as they make their way to the kitchen.
"Oh hello," Sarah Coombs usually is more composed than she currently appears: hair tied back in a loose, messy bun and wearing an old sweat suit that clearly dates itself as an artifact of the eighties.
"Demetri, right?" She purposefully doesn't mention his last name, because it doesn't matter here. Fabrice has a friend, and that's all that matters to her. She offers him a genuinely warm grin. "It's nice to see my son hasn't become a complete shut in like his old lady."
"Mom!" Fabrice groans, his face flushing at the comment. He loves his mother, but she has the habit of embarrassing him constantly. He almost moves to bury his head into Demetri's shoulder, when he realizes that they're still holding hands, a fact that doesn't go unnoticed by his mother, who glances down at their entwined hands and beams brighter.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" She offers, moving to take the food from Fabrice. "I have some freshly brewed beer from one of the local breweries. Autumn Harvest, I think it's called. It's delicious."
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"Mom?" He calls out, holding the door open for Demetri to follow him. He hopes desperately that his mother is out of her room, where she's spent so much time in the wake of Violet's disappearance.
"In the kitchen!" She replies, much to his relief. He turns and looks at Demetri with a smile. "I've brought a...friend home! And food," he adds, as an afterthought as they make their way to the kitchen.
"Oh hello," Sarah Coombs usually is more composed than she currently appears: hair tied back in a loose, messy bun and wearing an old sweat suit that clearly dates itself as an artifact of the eighties.
"Demetri, right?" She purposefully doesn't mention his last name, because it doesn't matter here. Fabrice has a friend, and that's all that matters to her. She offers him a genuinely warm grin. "It's nice to see my son hasn't become a complete shut in like his old lady."
"Mom!" Fabrice groans, his face flushing at the comment. He loves his mother, but she has the habit of embarrassing him constantly. He almost moves to bury his head into Demetri's shoulder, when he realizes that they're still holding hands, a fact that doesn't go unnoticed by his mother, who glances down at their entwined hands and beams brighter.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" She offers, moving to take the food from Fabrice. "I have some freshly brewed beer from one of the local breweries. Autumn Harvest, I think it's called. It's delicious."