clayforthedevil

It's not the short trip down the stairs that has Bahorel feeling like he can't breathe. There's no urgent news; there can't be. Enjolras would have insisted on gathering them all together for that, and rightly. But--there is news. Word of home, from someone else who actually knows it, cares for it the way a person should, instead of the narrow views of the journals.

There are endless questions; too many to even start asking. He shakes his head, dismissing the absurd idea of having a question. He reaches out and grabs Enjolras' shoulder, silent for a moment with too many questions.