"Once was enough. Especially with what Joly's heard from him--hah, and Joly was trying to be forgiving. Forgiving of that--!" Bahorel twists his hand in his own hair, hard. "--Ahhh, he doesn't know. He's probably right about that. He's making a life here, why should he have to know? But that stinking--" Bahorel breaks off. The idea of the spy taking advantage of his friends' ignorance and kinder natures, even by mutual accident, makes his stomach twist and his fists itch. He sets his jaw for a moment and pulls himself in a little. This is Feuilly's room; he won't just start wrecking things. (He can. He's well aware he can, physically. And he won't, not over a bit of work like the spy.)
"You haven't read it yet." It's not a question, or an accusation; Feuilly's also been making a definitely wiser use of his time. It's just a statement, and a chance for Feuilly to tell him if he's wrong about it.
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Date: 2015-08-19 10:35 am (UTC)From:"You haven't read it yet." It's not a question, or an accusation; Feuilly's also been making a definitely wiser use of his time. It's just a statement, and a chance for Feuilly to tell him if he's wrong about it.