Courfeyrac smiles too, impish, not at all put out by either the tears, or the state of his waistcoat.
'My new waistcoat can bear it. If it does not like it, we benefit greatly from not being able to hear its displeasure. As for me, I choose not to treat it as a citizen, and will disregard its opinions entirely.'
The hand around his shoulder moves, and gently scrunches a handful of golden curls in a gesture of affection. His smile turns from the roguish to something a little more sincere.
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Courfeyrac smiles too, impish, not at all put out by either the tears, or the state of his waistcoat.
'My new waistcoat can bear it. If it does not like it, we benefit greatly from not being able to hear its displeasure. As for me, I choose not to treat it as a citizen, and will disregard its opinions entirely.'
The hand around his shoulder moves, and gently scrunches a handful of golden curls in a gesture of affection. His smile turns from the roguish to something a little more sincere.
'I am sorry you have been so long alone.'