Cecilia hadn't really meant anything by it, but one glance at the look on Fabrice's face tells her all she needs to know about how close to the mark her teasing was. Her other eyebrow inches up to join the first.

"Complicated?" She draws out the word until it turns into something halfway between worried accusation and gentle mockery. There are only a handful of complications Cecilia can think of that might keep Fabrice from coming to see her, and absolutely none of them are good. "Fabrice, what did you do this time?"