Maraich got goosebumps when he heard that familiar voice. His hairs stood on end and he lifted his head away from Quatre.

"B-Ban!"

That reminded him, this wasn't considered normal when he lived in London. A sudden pang of guilt shot through him, sending adrenaline all through his body. At the same time, it had been so long since he'd heard Ban, seen him, it was almost hard to believe he was in the same room. So many emotions ran through him, and his eyes moistened, his breath hitching, before he leaped out of the bed and ran over to Ban, completely naked, to give throw his arms around him.

He squeezed his eyes shut and clung onto him, pressing his head against Ban's chest. For a moment everything was forgotten, until he responded in a shaking voice, glancing back at Quatre, "This is Quatre. He's a friend of mine, and he's going to be staying with us for a while."

For the moment, he was assuming he still had a home.