Enjolras glances at Courfeyrac. Does he know precisely where the others are just now? Evidently not.
"It depends on whether they're in their rooms or elsewhere."
Hmm.
Well. Combeferre wants speed, and their friends -- and, Enjolras suspects, wants to be doing something, and not merely sitting and waiting. If he'd rather that than sleep, Enjolras is not going to gainsay him. Combeferre is at liberty to make his own choices.
He smiles faintly, in abrupt decision, and squeezes Combeferre's shoulder before letting go. "Let's go to Joly and Bossuet's room, then. At least one of them will likely be in. We can send the others notes from there."
(Enjolras may be one of the few people in this world capable of forgetting about the décor of that room.)
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"It depends on whether they're in their rooms or elsewhere."
Hmm.
Well. Combeferre wants speed, and their friends -- and, Enjolras suspects, wants to be doing something, and not merely sitting and waiting. If he'd rather that than sleep, Enjolras is not going to gainsay him. Combeferre is at liberty to make his own choices.
He smiles faintly, in abrupt decision, and squeezes Combeferre's shoulder before letting go. "Let's go to Joly and Bossuet's room, then. At least one of them will likely be in. We can send the others notes from there."
(Enjolras may be one of the few people in this world capable of forgetting about the décor of that room.)