( Javert's not quelled by the other man's reassurance. He can tell Soldat's still upset, and he cannot hide the guilt from himself. Perhaps it is best that he retire for the night, then, before his loose tongue says anything else he may later regret. )
I do.
( He says, grasping the other man's forearm briefly, his hand curling just long enough for him to squeeze gently. Words have always been a bit difficult for him, but gestures are easier. )
Allow me to be selfish, just this once.
( He carries himself across the apartment slowly, mindful of his feet, to the bedroom with two beds separated by a wooden partition. He's silently grateful for obstruction — he doesn't know if he could stand to see Rosalind's empty bed so soon after mourning her. He leaves the door open, so as not to feel completely alone as he discards his trousers and pulls himself under the covers. )
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I do.
( He says, grasping the other man's forearm briefly, his hand curling just long enough for him to squeeze gently. Words have always been a bit difficult for him, but gestures are easier. )
Allow me to be selfish, just this once.
( He carries himself across the apartment slowly, mindful of his feet, to the bedroom with two beds separated by a wooden partition. He's silently grateful for obstruction — he doesn't know if he could stand to see Rosalind's empty bed so soon after mourning her. He leaves the door open, so as not to feel completely alone as he discards his trousers and pulls himself under the covers. )