Henri Combeferre (
jaimemieux) wrote2016-02-15 10:59 pm
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Combeferre has seen little of his friends lately - less, he knows, than he should, as more than one exclamation-filled text from Courfeyrac has reminded him. Despite that, most have responded to his suddenly overfull schedule with only gentle entreaties. Combeferre certainly had not expected that Grantaire would be the one to put his foot down and demand he spend a day away from school, and home, and the overwhelming tasks of unexpected fatherhood. But the man had insisted with surprising kindness, and when Combeferre had mentioned it to Sybil, she had insisted, and that is how he ended up standing on Grantaire’s doorstep on a Saturday night, thoughts still lingering on the stacks of books that sit at home, waiting impatiently for his return.
He isn’t entirely sure what to expect from a night with Grantaire. The man has mellowed a little in his time away from Paris, but God only know what he might have planned. With a rueful shake of his head, Combeferre knocks. It’s too late to change his mind now.
He isn’t entirely sure what to expect from a night with Grantaire. The man has mellowed a little in his time away from Paris, but God only know what he might have planned. With a rueful shake of his head, Combeferre knocks. It’s too late to change his mind now.
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Combine that with the fact that they've never been the closest friends in the group and R's a bit nervous that he perhaps crossed a line and has annoyed him, or just engendered a retreat.
So when the knock comes at his door, he brightens and heads straight over for the door. "You made it! Wonderful." He reaches to give Combeferre a one-armed embrace of the sort common between them all. "Have you eaten, friend? I was thinking food, before anything else." He glances at him, slightly suspicious that regular meals are among the comforts low on his friend's priority list lately.
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He shrugs on the coat and ushers 'Ferre back outward. "But then, I suppose that's what I'm for, as I am expert in keeping oneself in good spirits," he jokes. "What do you think for dinner? Seafood, baguettes, something barely dreamed up back home?" He knows it all. Grantaire may forget to feed himself some days, or subside on the fried food he's entitled to during a shift, but he hasn't forgotten his pride in knowing the best of everything. And he does have a lover who delights in all things edible.
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“I hear you have a new roommate,” Combeferre says as they head out together, for word of Gavroche’s move has already reached him. Even with his nose to the grindstone, he cannot entirely escape news shared amongst his friends.
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It's good to hear Combeferre laugh, and to laugh with him, and he's in good cheer as they head down the street. "Desserts," he muses. "I think I know the place," he decides, and turns them toward downtown a little bit.
"I do. Very short, and not much of a contributor to the rent," he grins. "I don't have the faintest idea what possessed Gavroche," R admits, "and I doubt I'm qualified to be ensuring the safety of a minor, but it's been good to have him close." Better than he'll admit; Gavroche is as close to family as he has here, and if he spends the rest of his life making up for not having stirred to keep him safe on the barricade, he thinks that might be almost enough.
Besides, between Edgar and Gavroche he just about has motivation to keep himself in one piece.
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They have all come a long way.
“I would never dare to understand a gamin’s mind,” Combeferre chuckles. “But considering his last caretaker…well, I doubt you can make much more trouble for him. Or he for you. Lucky for us all, Gavroche is miraculously resilient."