Sometime during the other man's babbling Marius had released his grip, but his gaze was fixed on the movement of Joly's mouth, almost hypnotizing in his current half-sleep state.
Yet despite his somnolence, Marius was, apparently, still capable of furrowing his brows in confusion. Only pieces and fragments of Joly's sentences made its way into Marius's mind, but the folds in the skin of his forehead grew more pronounced the longer his companion babbled on. Why would Joly drink to his love life? Why in the same instance as drinking to Lamarque's funeral? It seemed that, though he had lost his life alongside them in the barricades, there was still a distance between them that kept him from knowing them with the intimacy of a friend.
The joke barely registered. In fact, it took him a fair amount of seconds before he realized that he had yet to make a remark. So he latched on to a random point within Joly's tirade and said in a voice glazed with sleep, "Something other than Mme. Pontmercy?"
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Yet despite his somnolence, Marius was, apparently, still capable of furrowing his brows in confusion. Only pieces and fragments of Joly's sentences made its way into Marius's mind, but the folds in the skin of his forehead grew more pronounced the longer his companion babbled on. Why would Joly drink to his love life? Why in the same instance as drinking to Lamarque's funeral? It seemed that, though he had lost his life alongside them in the barricades, there was still a distance between them that kept him from knowing them with the intimacy of a friend.
The joke barely registered. In fact, it took him a fair amount of seconds before he realized that he had yet to make a remark. So he latched on to a random point within Joly's tirade and said in a voice glazed with sleep, "Something other than Mme. Pontmercy?"