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Henri Combeferre ([personal profile] jaimemieux) wrote2014-11-29 11:30 pm

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It was bound to happen sooner or later.

Only through sheer force of will and plenty of experience taking on more than a usual man can handle does Combeferre get this far without collapsing. He had not begun the autumn with the intention of taking on so much, but slowly, the commitments had grown: medical school, teaching French, keeping up his ever-growing collection of flora, and now, tutoring Gavorche. Each new duty had seemed small on its own - small, and important, and meant for him, and so he had taken them on without thinking, not realizing the way his sleeping hours shrunk to nothing.

Combeferre had been weary and ragged at times, uncommunicative to his friends more than he would like, but he has always made time for Sybil. They have not seen each other as often as either of them would like, but when he joins her in her apartment, that time is for her and her alone. Tonight, he is even more tired than usual, and even more grateful for the thought of her company. The evening before had been full of exams, the day’s lessons with Gavroche and the French students dedicated more to keeping order than anything resembling education. And though he had greeted Sybil at her door with his usual warmth, he is already drifting by the time he sinks onto her couch.

In the few moments that it takes her to fetch wine from the kitchen, Combeferre has fallen fast asleep.
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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-11-30 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sybil has noticed the way that he falls asleep earlier each night he comes over; how he's weary and his face is lined. He seems distracted more and more, and she's been meaning to speak to him about the matter. Tonight, however, things come to a head when she finds him asleep on the couch before she could even sit herself. Setting the wine down, she sits beside him, shaking him gently. "Henri."
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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-02 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)

"I know that you are," she says, her hand resting on his shoulder. Sybil wants nothing more than for him to be happy, and knows that he loves everything that he's doing. But she also finds herself worried for him, and it's that worry that shows in her eyes tonight. "I also know that you are wearing yourself to the bone."

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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-05 02:56 am (UTC)(link)

“And if you collapse from exhaustion before the month is out?” It’s a worry for her, as real as any concern might be. She squeezes his hand, and knows that he is unlikely to like what she says next. “I think you need to give something up.”

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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-08 04:03 am (UTC)(link)

"Perhaps you should spend fewer nights here," she says at long last, not truly wanting to suggest that. But he does need more rest, and she worries. "Or, perhaps you should bring your studies over, and work when you come."

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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-11 12:56 am (UTC)(link)

“Then maybe we should take a holiday.” Were this home there would be a dozen places they could go to. Of course, were thisher home things would be altogether more complicated in other ways that Sybil does not wish to imagine. She understands, too, how hard it is to need to learn so many more things than one’s classmates, if only to stay on par with them and understand what else might come.

“Perhaps in the New Year?” She is loathe to go before then lest there be an emergency at the New Year yet again. “Take a room at a hotel and spend a few days on our own.”

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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-15 10:35 am (UTC)(link)

"Then we shall," she says, her smile growing when he agrees with her. It's a relief to know that he will take at least something of a break, though it may be some time off. Sybil kisses him softly, her fingers curling against his cheek. "I'll organise it."

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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-20 01:52 am (UTC)(link)

She knows the look that he gets when his mind begins to wander, but the way he smiles at her at the end shows he knows it too. "A weekend of relaxation," she says pointedly, taking her glass back up and holding it to his. "Of just the two of us."

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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-27 07:04 am (UTC)(link)

"I enjoy going on long walks with you. I even enjoy when you get distracted by specimens. Only not when we nearly freeze because of it," she says kindly, affection and admonishment in her eyes.

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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-29 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)

"Of course it might," she says, smiling and leaning close to kiss his nose. Truly, she would not change a thing about him, even the moments in which she fears for her toes from frostbite. "I will book a room then. Up at the lodge, I think?"

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[personal profile] adifferentlife 2014-12-30 10:55 am (UTC)(link)

"Yes," she says, pleased at his agreement. It means they can still spend Christmas with their friends and then they can have some time to themselves afterward. "We should begin the New Year how we mean to continue it, shouldn't we?"