Oh, Combeferre cares immensely. Hearing that frank warmth and passion in Courfeyrac's voice again nearly makes up for the heartbreak of the past days.

Combeferre rests his head on Courfeyrac's shoulder, holding him close, before stepping back to say, "This is a gift I didn't dare hope for. The three of us--nearly all of us--together again, and well."

As well as the dead can be, anyway, but that's not troubling Combeferre right now. He's smiling as widely as when Enjolras told him that France and much of the world would indeed gain their freedom.