[Soldat knows it's not. If Javert really didn't like it when they brought him dinner, they'd probably stop. ... Maybe. Well, possibly.

They consider the statement, and the way Javert looks away, for a moment, then come to sit opposite him.]

The first memory. We were on the fire escape, Steve and. And me. That's a kind of staircase outside a building. It was too hot inside the apartment. Made it hard for Steve to breathe. I was napping, Steve was drawing. It was. Quiet. And calm. Happy.

[Very simple, not very long, but it was such a powerful feeling. Happy.]