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( He wakes to the sound of footsteps, his eyes blinking blearily and looking about himself as if confused. He doesn't remember the last time he slept, and he doesn't remember falling asleep with a blanket on his shoulders and a pillow under his head. He wonders idly who could have done such a thing, but he doesn't have to wonder long. There's a container of food in Soldat's hands as he approaches, and that seems to startle Javert awake more than anything. )

I'm sorry. I didn't intend to miss lunch.

( The only time he's ever missed an appointment is when he broke his leg. Being tired doesn't seem like much an excuse. )