'He would-'

Courfeyrac tightens his fingers on his friend's shoulder.

The notion of never seeing Combeferre again...no. He refuses to believe it will be so. If not here, somewhere else.

'-do what you are doing. He would make sure the information became of use. He would pore over the books for three days before one of us peeled him off the table and put him to bed. He would-'

He would be here, which would be the most important thing.