Enjolras steps closer to press both their shoulders affectionately, and fervently.
Every friend here is dear to him. Every one of them irreplaceable. But to have these two men together before him again, to stand with them in a quiet room and see them whole and smiling, settles an old ache deep inside of him.
"Only overnight. It's a longer story, and worth telling, but they're both fine. Bahorel will make a better story of it."
There are reasons he said not a bad place and not a good place, a sufficient world. It's worth telling, and not just as an amusing story. But it needs more background about Milliways to be explained properly, and that's the important part: everyone is well. Arrest in their own would could mean something as mild as that (albeit with less comfortable beds), or a variety of far worse options.
"I sent messages telling them all you were here, and sleeping, and to come in two hours or so." He's smiling -- he's been smiling, and couldn't restrain it if he wished, right now -- but the expression shifts with a little more amusement. Two hours, ten minutes, what's the difference. "Only a few minutes ago. We could wait, or go looking, or send other notes on their heels. The last is likely the most sensible."
In Combeferre's place, he would be ready to go rushing through the halls, and pound on doors until he found his friends. But in his own place, now, looking at Combeferre with new excitement buoying him over the exhaustion that's still present, he thinks that staying in one place is probably the kinder option.
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Every friend here is dear to him. Every one of them irreplaceable. But to have these two men together before him again, to stand with them in a quiet room and see them whole and smiling, settles an old ache deep inside of him.
"Only overnight. It's a longer story, and worth telling, but they're both fine. Bahorel will make a better story of it."
There are reasons he said not a bad place and not a good place, a sufficient world. It's worth telling, and not just as an amusing story. But it needs more background about Milliways to be explained properly, and that's the important part: everyone is well. Arrest in their own would could mean something as mild as that (albeit with less comfortable beds), or a variety of far worse options.
"I sent messages telling them all you were here, and sleeping, and to come in two hours or so." He's smiling -- he's been smiling, and couldn't restrain it if he wished, right now -- but the expression shifts with a little more amusement. Two hours, ten minutes, what's the difference. "Only a few minutes ago. We could wait, or go looking, or send other notes on their heels. The last is likely the most sensible."
In Combeferre's place, he would be ready to go rushing through the halls, and pound on doors until he found his friends. But in his own place, now, looking at Combeferre with new excitement buoying him over the exhaustion that's still present, he thinks that staying in one place is probably the kinder option.