"I don't think Combeferre's walking very good right now. It's why he's sitting in my lap." Courfeyrac nods at his own wisdom. "Maybe Bahorel can get you something, Bossuet. And there's no non-equality goin' on with the rum. I asked if I could have his rum. I didn' just take it like you did. 'S perfectly fine to ask for someone's drink. Then you can share. Enjolras would like sharing just fine."
He misses Enjolras. He misses him a great deal, and his hand stills on Combeferre's head. "I miss him, too. I want him home with us. I don't want him playing with lions and cannibals and tigers and sharks in Africa. I want him fighting stuff over here, so we can help him."
He has Combeferre here, though, and Bahorel, and Lesgles, and they're going to be leaving tomorrow to get Enjolras and Grantaire back. It's going to be okay. "And Enjolras can't get 'set about us bein' drunk here. 'S his fault. Him and stupid planes."
Leaning over, Courfeyrac kisses the back of Combeferre's head. "'Sides, he's not going to know. We won' tell him this part of our grand adventure of savin' him. It'll be our secret. Even Nerium won' tell."
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Date: 2013-01-14 03:41 am (UTC)He misses Enjolras. He misses him a great deal, and his hand stills on Combeferre's head. "I miss him, too. I want him home with us. I don't want him playing with lions and cannibals and tigers and sharks in Africa. I want him fighting stuff over here, so we can help him."
He has Combeferre here, though, and Bahorel, and Lesgles, and they're going to be leaving tomorrow to get Enjolras and Grantaire back. It's going to be okay. "And Enjolras can't get 'set about us bein' drunk here. 'S his fault. Him and stupid planes."
Leaning over, Courfeyrac kisses the back of Combeferre's head. "'Sides, he's not going to know. We won' tell him this part of our grand adventure of savin' him. It'll be our secret. Even Nerium won' tell."