Finally Bahorel starts to ask a question, and stops himself, and laughs. He walks in silence for a few moments.
"I almost asked if you'd noticed what plays were showing." He looks down at the path. "The histories never mention them all, you know. Not the little shows, with the cheap posters, that run in the theaters were you can bring in half your neighborhood for half a franc--" He scrubs a hand over his eyes; not to hide that he's started crying, but just to keep his sight clear enough to keep walking.
He laughs again,too soft and almost silent. Enjolras wouldn't even have known where to look for those posters. Still. Bahorel reaches over to press his shoulder. "I'm glad you went--that it was you. If it was to be any of us."
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Date: 2015-11-16 05:55 am (UTC)From:"I almost asked if you'd noticed what plays were showing." He looks down at the path. "The histories never mention them all, you know. Not the little shows, with the cheap posters, that run in the theaters were you can bring in half your neighborhood for half a franc--" He scrubs a hand over his eyes; not to hide that he's started crying, but just to keep his sight clear enough to keep walking.
He laughs again,too soft and almost silent. Enjolras wouldn't even have known where to look for those posters. Still. Bahorel reaches over to press his shoulder. "I'm glad you went--that it was you. If it was to be any of us."