So it is, most times. I know what they say of good intentions and where they lead but I think...well at least we did try something didn't we?
[It may not be enough of a balm to soothe it all for them and it certainly is not for Combeferre, but it does manage to make the sting a little less, as time goes on. As far as staying? He was pleased to stay with Jehan now, touched, really, that he was trusted in such a way. While he had always been tactile himself, or fairly so, especially with the others, this, from Jehan was new, symbolic of the past few months really, and he treasured that he had it now, that despite everything else, as bad as it had been, they had been lead to this. ]
You could not see us fall? After Bahorel? [Combeferre could understand the sentiment there. Such a thing in Jehan's nature, well, he found it difficult to imagine ever being present there.] I understand that I think. At least... well I can never fully know it, but...
[He was at a loss for more on that, for the moment, so he left it there, feeling, well, inadequate certainly, at best, useless at worst.]
Well... It may have been wrong at any rate, for me to have done that the more I consider it, as much as we would have wished to die with you... that would have been condemning you to...
[To the close contact sort of death blows that had sliced through him three times. He shuddered at the memory, in remembered pain, his free hand going to his chest, his gaze suddenly far away. To think of Jehan like that now... no. Not once he had come to know him better. The thought of that much pain inflicted on him... Hardly fitting for anyone, but especially not Jehan.]
I did try. I would have tried for any of you, but I see now that perhaps... Letting the course of events go as they did may have been for the best. Not in leaving you to face that, of course, but as far as later, well.. That hindsight may also have been valuable then.
[He took a moment for some breaths himself, to draw them both away from what had been, though his chest still ached now that they'd come to it in ways it hadn't in remembering any of this, that was hardly the time for this. Something else then. He could tear his mind from phantom pains to what was real and right before him, as he raised a questioning, merely questioning this time, so no worries, eyebrow.]
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[It may not be enough of a balm to soothe it all for them and it certainly is not for Combeferre, but it does manage to make the sting a little less, as time goes on. As far as staying? He was pleased to stay with Jehan now, touched, really, that he was trusted in such a way. While he had always been tactile himself, or fairly so, especially with the others, this, from Jehan was new, symbolic of the past few months really, and he treasured that he had it now, that despite everything else, as bad as it had been, they had been lead to this. ]
You could not see us fall? After Bahorel? [Combeferre could understand the sentiment there. Such a thing in Jehan's nature, well, he found it difficult to imagine ever being present there.] I understand that I think. At least... well I can never fully know it, but...
[He was at a loss for more on that, for the moment, so he left it there, feeling, well, inadequate certainly, at best, useless at worst.]
Well... It may have been wrong at any rate, for me to have done that the more I consider it, as much as we would have wished to die with you... that would have been condemning you to...
[To the close contact sort of death blows that had sliced through him three times. He shuddered at the memory, in remembered pain, his free hand going to his chest, his gaze suddenly far away. To think of Jehan like that now... no. Not once he had come to know him better. The thought of that much pain inflicted on him... Hardly fitting for anyone, but especially not Jehan.]
I did try. I would have tried for any of you, but I see now that perhaps... Letting the course of events go as they did may have been for the best. Not in leaving you to face that, of course, but as far as later, well.. That hindsight may also have been valuable then.
[He took a moment for some breaths himself, to draw them both away from what had been, though his chest still ached now that they'd come to it in ways it hadn't in remembering any of this, that was hardly the time for this. Something else then. He could tear his mind from phantom pains to what was real and right before him, as he raised a questioning, merely questioning this time, so no worries, eyebrow.]
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