"Marius." Joly managed, through the panic to notice his presence there, and while he'd been told he was here, seeing him for the first time was somehow much different. It was not enough to stave off his panic, but the grip did help him gain some moment of clarity at the least.
"I...Courfeyrac had mentioned you were here. You and your wife. I am sorry for that. For both of you."
Was it him though, or was the spot they'd put the THING in, really really itchy? He wanted to scratch at it again in the worst of ways, to have it out, and get out of this place, and home to his perfectly comfortable, perfectly Musichetta filled rooms. Not that it was happening any time soon, he'd grasped that all too well.
And he should say something else, he realized, about the marriage perhaps, should find a way to focus on this conversation instead of what he wished to do to himself.
"I've not seen you since the barricades, so I did not realize you had married her at last. Congratulations are in order, even though this is hardly the place for it. Should we really come through this, when we are back to life after it ends, I owe you at least a drink. It should be only right, considering we spent the day of the funeral drinking both to General Lemarque and to your love life in general. And I must meet your..." He thought back to how Grantaire had put it. "Mariette or Marie, or Marianne or whatever else we might cal your fairer half." He was babbling. He knew that he was babbling, and could not even think of anything clever to come out with right now. That would come later, perhaps, but right now? Not so much.
"I am told that you might measure a man's love by his overall sighs." Joly continued, pretty lamely, which was not even particularly good as far as jokes went. "I look forward to seeing whether or not that is true, for you."
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"I...Courfeyrac had mentioned you were here. You and your wife. I am sorry for that. For both of you."
Was it him though, or was the spot they'd put the THING in, really really itchy? He wanted to scratch at it again in the worst of ways, to have it out, and get out of this place, and home to his perfectly comfortable, perfectly Musichetta filled rooms. Not that it was happening any time soon, he'd grasped that all too well.
And he should say something else, he realized, about the marriage perhaps, should find a way to focus on this conversation instead of what he wished to do to himself.
"I've not seen you since the barricades, so I did not realize you had married her at last. Congratulations are in order, even though this is hardly the place for it. Should we really come through this, when we are back to life after it ends, I owe you at least a drink. It should be only right, considering we spent the day of the funeral drinking both to General Lemarque and to your love life in general. And I must meet your..." He thought back to how Grantaire had put it. "Mariette or Marie, or Marianne or whatever else we might cal your fairer half." He was babbling. He knew that he was babbling, and could not even think of anything clever to come out with right now. That would come later, perhaps, but right now? Not so much.
"I am told that you might measure a man's love by his overall sighs." Joly continued, pretty lamely, which was not even particularly good as far as jokes went. "I look forward to seeing whether or not that is true, for you."