The dam has been cracking for a long time. Now, it gives way.

Enjolras turns his face into Courfeyrac's shoulder, regardless of any awkwardness to the angle, and weeps.

Of course he has wept before at Milliways. For his friends' deaths, for his own loneliness, for all the long suffering of France's people and of humanity. But never before with a friend's arm around his shoulders and a friend's voice murmuring comfort.

It's several long moments before he whispers against Courfeyrac's waistcoat, low as a confession, "I have missed you all so very much."