tushanshu | Verse 07 -- Voice

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Verse 07 -- Voice

[The feed's just a voice one today. Jehan wants it to be quick and to the point]

I apologize for this announcement, as it could not possibly come at a worse time, but I feel it is my duty as his friend to let others know. If you knew Grantaire, he is no longer here. It is possible that his disappearance is connected to the rapid decay of Asti in these last few days though I do not think that is likely to be the cause.

[Still, you never know.]

It would not hurt to keep in contact with friends here, should this illness lead to more disappearances.

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[There's a small sound as Courfeyrac starts to say something. Then stops. Yet another lost from their ranks... When he speaks up, his voice is nearly shallow. Quiet.]

It makes one wonder for what reason we lose people...

[When he hears Courfeyrac, Jehan promptly turns everything to private]

He was not happy here, Courfeyrac. Whoever is responsible for bringing us here and sending us away must have seen that.

This I understand... He was miserable. I can only hope that was their reason to take him. But for what reason did they take Pontmercy's lady? And when Enjolras first left us?

I can't imagine the mademoiselle was very happy here, Pontmercy's presence aside, and I am not even sure Enjolras ever truly left us. If I knew who to ask I would.

[He sighs a bit]

How is Pontmercy?

No, I can't imagine she was... And on the question of Enjolras, I'm not sure myself either...

[He doesn't sound convinced, but he's trying. Sort of.]

Still cohabitating with myself... Finding new ways to distract himself from her disappearance.

If he is too much for you, you may come and stay with me for a few hours.

[A pause]

And how are you?

[Don't lie to him, Courf]

I can't bring myself to leave him when he is here... Not with how he gets.

[Clingy.]

I'm... [A pause to find the correct wording to hopefully keep Jehan from worrying about him.] Well enough, there's no cause for worry.

Courfeyrac.

[Fail]

My friends have been ill and vanishing for the last two months and I am already worrying.

[Tell him dammit]

Jehan.

[He sounds more tired an than anything else.]

There's no need for more worry. I am well, Pontmercy is returning slowly to himself again. I have not lost a hat in nearly a week.

[Because he has not left his apartment in nearly a week]

Which is very nice, of course, particularly for you but that is nothing important. I have hardly spoken to you since last month.

I'm sorry... Has it truly been that long?

[For what it's worth, he does sound sorry.]

I have not been the best as usual at keeping in touch with everyone it should seem.

You have not, and that is unusual, Courfeyrac. What is wrong?

[He doesn't want to be having this conversation. Not now.... and not with Jehan. He doesn't want to burden their poet, the man that so carefully attended to them whenever they needed it most. This was, perhaps, why he was so quiet for so long.]

It is unusual, isn't it? I'm afraid I'm becoming more unusual than usual.

Courfeyrac, what is wrong? Please, I may not be Combeferre but I do and can care for my friends the best I can.

I do not wish to worry you. Any of you.

[He doesn't mean to sound so tense about it, really and truly. And the quiet apology following immediately proves that much.]

Courfeyrac, I told Gavroche this and I will tell you the same: you are a part of my family, the only family any of us have anymore. I will worry if I feel something is not right.

And I will assure you that things are fine. Please, Jehan, do not press.

And I will not believe you.

[He sounds hurt. Why won't Courfeyrac trust them?]

Your words are evidence enough that something is wrong, Courfeyrac.

[He hates hearing him sound hurt like that...]

I am unable to distract myself any further. Do not be hurt, I do not mean to upset you. I despise these communication tools...

[That is a hidden plea for company, perhaps.]

As do I. You are always welcome over here, Courfeyrac.

[And that is an invitation to come over]

[He doesn't reply. Instead he ends the feed there.

Quite a while later he shows up at Jehan's door. Long enough to make the poet think he's not coming, but not long enough to cause unnecessary worry.... or anymore worry.]

[Jehan opens the door, fumbling a little with the buttons on his waistcoat. He stops when he realizes who's there, however.]

I was beginning to worry. Please, come in.

[He gives a short nod and enters, fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt.]

My apologies.

I'm afraid I've no tea or wine to offer you, simply water. Will that be enough?

[He gestures to a chair as he heads to his kitchen]

[He takes a seat, continuing to fidget, and shrugs.]

Water is more than alright.

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