Courfeyrac passes into the room at once, clasping Enjolras' shoulder as he does. And yes, there he is. Combeferre. Much as he loves all his friends, he has missed Combeferre - the man is so different from him, his company is an entirely different pleasure from those who have more similar tastes to his own.
He looks at him sleeping for a moment - yes, he is really here, it is really him - and then turns to Enjolras with a grin.
'I knew he would come eventually. And now only two remain.'
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Date: 2014-12-14 09:17 pm (UTC)He looks at him sleeping for a moment - yes, he is really here, it is really him - and then turns to Enjolras with a grin.
'I knew he would come eventually. And now only two remain.'
And Marius. He would dearly like to see Marius.
'How is he?'