[Surely it would not hurt to explore a bit, to Combeferre's way of thinking. So -- he had been stitched and bandaged, by the odd young woman who called herself a paramedic. He knew Jehan was there, their poet was a welcome presence indeed. But he does not yet know what else awaits, in this strange new city.
So he had taken it upon himself to wander, waistcoat buttoned to hide the strips and cuts in his bloodied shirt, coat on as well, all present and correct. But he didn't make it too far from his lodgings before stopping and staring.
The young man in front of him looked too familiar for this to be real, surely it was a fever dream, a hallucination, something brought on by the many harried thoughts he had shoved to the back of his mind earlier. He took a step closer. No. He wasn't disappearing, this had to be -- and why wouldn't it be? Jehan was here as well. It would make sense.]
Enj -- [He stopped, cleared his throat, tried again.]
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So he had taken it upon himself to wander, waistcoat buttoned to hide the strips and cuts in his bloodied shirt, coat on as well, all present and correct. But he didn't make it too far from his lodgings before stopping and staring.
The young man in front of him looked too familiar for this to be real, surely it was a fever dream, a hallucination, something brought on by the many harried thoughts he had shoved to the back of his mind earlier. He took a step closer. No. He wasn't disappearing, this had to be -- and why wouldn't it be? Jehan was here as well. It would make sense.]
Enj -- [He stopped, cleared his throat, tried again.]
Enjolras?