There are a few contenders for that title, for Enjolras. Seven mornings, for certain.
But this one is very high on the list.
His smile broadens, brightens, settles in. "Yes."
He crosses the room to sit next to Combeferre on the end of the bed. Another sip of the coffee -- a little too hot, still, but drinkable -- and he rests the thick-walled mug on a knee to let it cool.
Jean Prouvaire is here. Enjolras isn't sure, even still, how much of a kindness coming to Milliways is, for Prouvaire or for any of them -- but the rest of them are here, apparently indefinitely, and Enjolras is selfishly overjoyed to see him, as he's been selfishly overjoyed to see each one of his friends. Jean Prouvaire is here, and it's a very good morning.
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But this one is very high on the list.
His smile broadens, brightens, settles in. "Yes."
He crosses the room to sit next to Combeferre on the end of the bed. Another sip of the coffee -- a little too hot, still, but drinkable -- and he rests the thick-walled mug on a knee to let it cool.
Jean Prouvaire is here. Enjolras isn't sure, even still, how much of a kindness coming to Milliways is, for Prouvaire or for any of them -- but the rest of them are here, apparently indefinitely, and Enjolras is selfishly overjoyed to see him, as he's been selfishly overjoyed to see each one of his friends. Jean Prouvaire is here, and it's a very good morning.