Feuilly looks relieved at the clarification. "Oh, that--it's just from practice. I wasn't paying attention. It's not anything I'd need Joly for." This isn't machismo, it's just--it's not something that would keep him from work, so he hasn't thought to see anyone.

He bends down and slips Hector and Lady something from Bahorel's plate. Good dogs. "Have you seen anyone else? Enjolras? Combeferre?"