after the infirmary
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Marius is attempting to resist the overwhelming impulse to cling to Cosette's skirts like a little boy in this strange place. But he's not a little boy, Cosette has her father to think of-- and apparently, they are not the only people here that he knows.
So Marius is exploring. Though he hasn't gotten very far, because he makes his way down each corridor very slowly, as if afraid the ground will give way beneath his feet at any moment; rounds each corner with as much caution as if he expects some monstrosity to appear at every turn.
So Marius is exploring. Though he hasn't gotten very far, because he makes his way down each corridor very slowly, as if afraid the ground will give way beneath his feet at any moment; rounds each corner with as much caution as if he expects some monstrosity to appear at every turn.
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Date: 2016-01-09 09:41 pm (UTC)...that is, Jean-Francois Courfeyrac, dressed in Diesel jeans, black hi-tops and a deep blue shirt (untucked!), with wires running up to things lodged in his ears. And he is singing - though to be fair to anyone listening, he is rather good.
He stops at the sight of a face he had almost given up hope of ever seeing again.
'MARIUS.'
Wait, he is shouting. He has been told about that. He yanks the things out of his ears as he runs towards the man, all curls and grin, and skids to a halt in front of him.
He has been warned not to overwhelm the man, and so does not fling himself on him. Very hard. There is certainly an embrace.
'It is very good to see you! You have taken your time, I must say, but that is entirely in keeping with you, monsieur. How are you? Come along, you must tell me everything. I have a room; you will join me for a drink? Or we could go downstairs if you would prefer to be nearer your lovely bride?'
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Date: 2016-01-09 09:46 pm (UTC)"Oh-- yes--" he says faintly, in answer to-- everything, really, he didn't quite catch that he was being presented with multiple options.
And at last he says, utterly dazed, looking up to meet Courfeyrac's eyes, "You-- you're really here."
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:00 pm (UTC)'I am. And so are you, my dear friend. Come along, we will get you settled.'
He takes Marius's arm to avoid the man getting lost on this straight corridor with no obstacles, and rounds the corner with him.
'I do apologise for the entirely bourgeois appearance of my current lodgings, but it was the least hideous I could find. I fully intend to move as soon as Bar presents me with a room that is not orange. They clash horribly with Bahorel's waistcoats. This one manages to frame him admirably. Here we are.'
He pulls a key from his pocket, and stands aside to let him in first.
'Not quite what we were used to, but I'm sure we'll manage. Brandy?'
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:05 pm (UTC)--oh, he was asked a question, wasn't he. "Brandy-- oh-- yes, thank you--"
Give him a moment, he'll be up to actual sentences soon. Well, hopefully.
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:17 pm (UTC)'Here.'
He hands it off, untangles his earbuds and drops them on the checkerboard.
'Now, citizen. Ask questions if you like, or sit in silence, or let us talk of law, or friends, or Paris, or whatever you desire. Come and sit. It will do your health good.'
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-09 10:35 pm (UTC)He clasps him tight, an arm around him and one hand in his hair. He lets it be for a while, and then murmurs,
'What has life done to you, my friend?'
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Date: 2016-01-09 11:48 pm (UTC)But when he pulls away to speak more distinctly, he says instead, "Pardon me. It has been-- a strange day. I am very well. I am married, you know."
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Date: 2016-01-09 11:57 pm (UTC)He smiles, no pardon necessary.
'Well, then. What have you done to yourself?'
Courfeyrac has read the book, but is obviously not about to say that. Besides, he would far rather hear the version owned by the man himself; he does not trust Hugo as far as any of them could throw him. But if the written version is similar to the truth, then he will give an honest opinion on it. Gentle, but honest.
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Date: 2016-01-10 12:40 am (UTC)It's strange to talk about Cosette to-- well, to anyone. It feels like telling secrets, to speak of his marriage out loud, and in that he feels more than a little embarrassed. And yet, even saying so little is oddly comforting as well.
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Date: 2016-01-10 12:49 am (UTC)'Lost her? Surely not. I know of no one more devoted than you, and it seems she feels the same from what little acquaintance I have of her. No Marius, that cannot be and you would not deserve it if it is.'
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Date: 2016-01-10 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-10 12:59 am (UTC)'Whyever not? Yes, very well, it is not your usual behaviour. But this is not a usual place, and you are troubled and I am your friend. What better conditions could you want for speaking? You have all my ears.'
Even more so now he's switched Beyonce off.
'But it is your choice, of course; I will not press if you do not wish to speak. But you would be doing me a great favour; mistakes are by far the most interesting of conversations, and have the added benefit of making you feel better for unburdening yourself.'
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Date: 2016-01-10 01:09 am (UTC)But he knows Courfeyrac's offer is sincere, no matter how lightly spoken. His offers of help always have been sincere.
Instead of unburdening himself, he says, "I am so very happy to see you."
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Date: 2016-01-10 01:24 am (UTC)He clasps Marius's arm warmly once again, because he is happy to see him. The man has always been a little odd, but many would say the same of...well, all of his friends. Courfeyrac likes odd.
'Well, then I shall unburden myself! I have missed you. But everyone is here, even Grantaire. All dead, but no matter; there is no finer place to be so. There is a library that none will ever find the end of, magic at all corners, such strange people that even you will look normal, and wonders to be found outside. An entire Labyrinth that may-'
Perhaps he is being overwhelming. He stops, still smiling.
'You see, there is much to tell. It may be that now is not the time, but if there is anything you would like to know, I am always to be found.'
Marius knows he can come any time. He has always known that, and even used it once or twice. Help, friendship, a genuine smile; all are readily available in this room.
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Date: 2016-01-10 01:36 am (UTC)"Thank you."
He ducks his head and clears his throat. After the entirely overwhelming events that led to his arrival-- not to mention the arrival itself-- he is tired and confused, and at Courfeyrac's kindness, that open generosity he thought he would not ever see again-- he is suddenly afraid he will begin to cry, which would truly be too humiliating to be borne. He gropes for a safer topic, to buy himself a moment to try and collect himself.
"What, um. What are you wearing?"
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Date: 2016-01-10 01:43 am (UTC)He looks delighted to be asked, and springs to his feet to display himself.
'These are called jeans. They are riveted, or some such! They are very strong and very fashionable, or so I am led to believe. Look, they have this thing called a zip.'
He will spare Marius anything but a cursory glance at this.
'People from America call these shoes 'sneakers'. I cannot decide if they are excellent, or ugly - or perhaps both! - but either way, they are very comfortable and are what is supposed to be worn with the jeans. So! I am complete.'
He flops back down onto the sofa with a laugh, and slings his brandy down his throat in one gulp.
'You should see the things the bar gives Jehan to wear. You will not believe your eyes.'
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Date: 2016-01-10 01:46 am (UTC)Marius has no opinions at all about the jeans except that they look uncomfortable and strange. But Courfeyrac's explanation gives him a moment to sip his brandy, settle his thoughts.
"The bar gives...?" Sorry, you've lost him.
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Date: 2016-01-10 01:58 am (UTC)Of course.
'There are times when patrons are given no choice at all, and we're forced to wear the most outlandish costumes. Bahorel adores it. Enjolras endures it.'
Another grin at this, a knowing one, because surely even Marius will see how the idea of Enjolras made to wear costumes is funny.
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:02 am (UTC)"The infirmary-- it is a wonder as well. I do not think I recognized a single thing."
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:07 am (UTC)Perhaps he heard that bit wrong. It also bears mentioning that this is a little rich, because anyone who knows modern technology would recognise an iPad on the desk, a laptop - that he has no idea how to use, or what it is for - a camera, an iPod and a television, DVD player and PS4 in the corner. No one could say Courfeyrac has not been educating himself on the ways of the future.
(There are a lot of books too.)
'But what were you doing in in the infirmary? You have seen Joly? It was he who told us you had come, but I didn't know it was there.'
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:14 am (UTC)"My-- Cosette's father, he-- he is ill." There, that's a good start. "That inspector, Javert, he came to us to tell us so. I had thought him dead. But he brought us to her father, and then-- here."
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:24 am (UTC)He does not see. He read of the 'illness', yes, but - well, obviously things are different. The spy is supposed to be dead.
'It seems most out of character on both counts. That one should be useful, and the other ill. Also that one should not be dead, because he most certainly should be.'
He muses for a moment, then returns to the breath Marius just took.
'I have asked, when I said I would not. If this is what is grieving you, I apologise. But you see, the medicine here - it is as we have both noted, it is quite beyond anything Paris in 1832 can imagine. If it is possible for him to be made well, he would be. I wish him all recovery; he is a good man, and I know your wife would be most grieved. Joly will spare her it, I have no doubt at all.'
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-10 02:34 am (UTC)His tone is entirely innocent.
'How so? I mean, not on the question of Javert - we all thought he was dead, and hoped for it, and were unpleasantly surprised to arrive here and discover it was not so. But that does not matter. You think it was you, and you alone, who made Cosette's father ill?'
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:43 am (UTC)"I sent him away." It comes out very quietly, but his voice does not waver. "I learned certain things about his past-- and thought I had discovered more-- and so I saw to it that he left, even ceased to visit. And the grief of this loss made him ill. So I think you may well say it was I, and I alone. It is true--" He falters for the first time. "There were things-- had he only told me, I would not, would never have-- he saved my life, you see!"
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Date: 2016-01-10 02:55 am (UTC)He says it kindly. His mind is working furiously though, because there is nothing in this tale he has not heard or read. He is a little disappointed to hear that Marius has acted exactly as Hugo said he would, but not surprised.
'He is a good man. But you say he told you nothing? Then how were you to know? A man cannot assume any new arrival into their life would have saved their life without their knowledge. I do not think you can be blamed for that. And we all thought he killed Javert, because he said he was going to.'
It feels disingenuous to know this before being told it, and he is uneasy about it. On the other hand, to explain would mean telling Marius of the book, and the man has enough to deal with at present. He will apologise most profusely at some later date. In the meantime, he just puts his hand on Marius's shoulder.
'My friend, you condemn yourself too easily. We might all say 'if I had but known!' It is not how life works. What matters is how you behave when you do know. The worst of people would say, 'I care not!' and continue. The best admit their mistake, and do better from then on.'
Valjean could tell him something of that, he thinks. It is a lesson for anyone.
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Date: 2016-01-10 03:04 am (UTC)"He saved my life. And though I did not know that, he raised Cosette, and she is all goodness-- he denied himself the joy of seeing her because he could not bear to live a lie. All these point plainly to a good man, a great man, but I would not see it."
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Date: 2016-01-10 03:10 am (UTC)Courfeyrac believes choice makes a person; their actions and decisions, not where they come from.
'I will not tell you it was good to send a man away based on things you had learned. You will judge yourself for that. I am only going to remind you that you were not in possession of any fact that could have changed your mind. Condemn yourself if you must, only remember kindness as well. No man is perfect.'
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Date: 2016-01-10 03:24 am (UTC)He can't think of any way to make Courfeyrac understand, to explain what he means, except to-- well, explain it. He lifts his head at last. "I did not-- I think I never told you about-- my father?"
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Date: 2016-01-10 03:30 am (UTC)'No, never.'
Everybody thinks they should be better. Everybody decent at least, or with the capacity for improvement. And some people who don't just have not realised yet that they can be. He understands that Marius is the type to be hard on himself, but that is why friends are good for a man, so they may remind him that he is good despite his faults.
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Date: 2016-01-10 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-10 04:11 pm (UTC)'You cannot blame yourself for lies told to you in your youth. If you had no reason to suspect otherwise, and no means to investigate yourself, then that is not your fault. We are all fools when we are young.'
Some never grow out of it, but he does not believe this will be the case with Marius.
'Do you condemn yourself for not looking further into this? There is a difference between a grandfather telling a boy lies, and a conversation between men, where one admits he has done wrong. And then you said there was proof of the matter - and then further, the evidence of all our eyes at the barricade, when it seemed he had killed a man.'
Courfeyrac will not call that murder. The spy was judged by a people's court, and he knows Enjolras would have faced any consequences of it, should there have been any.
'You must not forget that you were gravely injured during the fighting, and you are recently married. It is not as though you have not had life to deal with. And let us be honest! There is a stigma against convicts that few are immune to, and would any of us set ourselves above it?'
He leans forward a little, squeezing his grip to add meaning to his words.
'Make your apologies. Reconcile your family. They love you and you them; all will be forgiven. And remember how this feels, so that the same might not happen again.'
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Date: 2016-01-10 04:27 pm (UTC)"I can scarcely think I deserve such forgiveness. I could not forgive my grandfather, not for years. I have done no less than he did."
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Date: 2016-01-10 04:37 pm (UTC)His smile is amused, but kind.
'I am afraid you do not get to decide if you are forgiven or not. If you are, then you are - and if you do not accept it, it is disingenuous. The matter of forgiving yourself is for your own conscience, but I hope you will remember to treat yourself with fairness.'
He does not hold out a great deal of hope in that regard, because he knows well how Marius tends to sink into himself. But he is married now, and can see friends here, so perhaps there is a chance.
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Date: 2016-01-10 04:53 pm (UTC)"But it is for me to decide if I dare ask for it, is it not?"
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Date: 2016-01-10 05:28 pm (UTC)He considers the question instead.
'Yes,' he says, at last.
'Of course. So long as you realise that even if you dare not ask for it, it may be granted anyway. There is nothing you can do to stop that. Your wife, for example - surely you will not think so little of her to imagine she might hold it against you forever?'
A cursory glance in the direction of Hugo's work would tell anyone that Valjean will not only forgive, but not consider asking for it necessary or even desirable. No, the problem will be with Marius himself.
'Consider this. That you do not ask, and berate yourself endlessly - something which may be taken as self-pity, I warn you - and in doing so, make the lives of those around you gloomy and dull. How would that be any better? I do not say act as though it is nothing, but perhaps - well, an honest conversation where you voice these fears may help. And if you cannot forgive yourself at once, then let it be known that you will at least try. That you will make some reparation, and allow time to pass and do what it does best. Wallowing in self-flagellation will not help anyone, and may hinder.'
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Date: 2016-01-10 05:37 pm (UTC)"Yes," he says slowly. "I suppose you are right."
(When has he ever asked someone's advice on this kind of problem? When has he ever had the chance? It's startlingly-- helpful, to have a clear opinion from outside cut through the mire of his own thoughts.)
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Date: 2016-01-10 07:08 pm (UTC)He laughs loudly, and the clasp on Marius's shoulder turns into a friendly push.
'If it doesn't work, then we may consider other options. There are always other options, even if you do not expect them.'
Unless you are on a barricade in Paris, perhaps. But that was a chosen option - and Marius survived, against all the odds. The rest ended up here! Life, and death, are strange and wonderful things.
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Date: 2016-01-10 07:42 pm (UTC)"You have always been so kind to me, in ways I cannot hope to repay."
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Date: 2016-01-10 08:41 pm (UTC)'There is no need to repay me, Marius. That is what friends are for.'
His life would be easier if he understood that. But never mind, there is all the time in the world to show him.
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Date: 2016-01-10 11:01 pm (UTC)"I should go to her," he says at last. A slight hesitation, then he adds, "But you-- you will still-- be here?"
Whether he means here, in this room or here, present, alive is up for debate.
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Date: 2016-01-10 11:06 pm (UTC)Courfeyrac is aware that ladies frown on such things.
'And yes. I will be here - this room, or with any of the others, or downstairs, or outside. You can find me here any time, and I hope you do.'
All completely genuine. Courfeyrac has missed Marius, odd young man as he is.
'And you will remember all I've said?'
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Date: 2016-01-10 11:27 pm (UTC)Marius missed Courfeyrac, too, though at present he cannot shake the feeling that he has barged in and imposed himself, once again, on Courfeyrac's kindness.
"I will come, and I will remember."