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Jan. 25th, 2016 10:07 pmHaving seen Valjean settled in for the night, Marius and Cosette make their way back to her room. Marius clasps her hand tightly in his-- the most affection he can permit himself in a public corridor, even an apparently empty one.
He wishes he could feel happy and relieved, like all is resolved: Valjean forgiving and forgiven, Cosette seeming entirely willing to forget the things Marius kept from her-- but try as he might to bury his head in the sand, to drift away in reverie and let problems outside his own head pass him by, in his soul, he has never been able to leave a loose thread untied.
But first... as soon as they reach her room, he pulls Cosette into a tight embrace.
He wishes he could feel happy and relieved, like all is resolved: Valjean forgiving and forgiven, Cosette seeming entirely willing to forget the things Marius kept from her-- but try as he might to bury his head in the sand, to drift away in reverie and let problems outside his own head pass him by, in his soul, he has never been able to leave a loose thread untied.
But first... as soon as they reach her room, he pulls Cosette into a tight embrace.
