Joly makes some sound of comfort or protest when Lesgle goes on past Prouvaire's last words; unplanned noise, meaningless even to him. He'd had nothing to say then, he has nothing to say now.
Instead he settles himself between Lesgle and Bahorel,with one arm around each of them,as close as either will allow, and looks over to Enjolras and Courfeyrac.
Joly's still certain, absolutely certain, that Prouvaire will join them. That helps less than it should; less than the sight and weight of friends around him. But that helps enough for him to smile a little, in sympathy, and with fond pride over those who aren't here yet.
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Date: 2014-11-22 06:27 pm (UTC)Instead he settles himself between Lesgle and Bahorel,with one arm around each of them,as close as either will allow, and looks over to Enjolras and Courfeyrac.
Joly's still certain, absolutely certain, that Prouvaire will join them. That helps less than it should; less than the sight and weight of friends around him. But that helps enough for him to smile a little, in sympathy, and with fond pride over those who aren't here yet.