"As have I, Sybil. Even more than I had expected." Her Christian name felt strangely informal on his tongue, but right, somehow, as though they had always been meant to meet. As if this were merely a re-acquaintance, after years and years apart.
Not that Henri Combeferre believed in such things.
When they paused outside the building's nondescript door, Combeferre dipped his head in a small bow, hands clasped behind his back. "Au revoir, mademoiselle."
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Date: 2013-10-27 02:12 am (UTC)Not that Henri Combeferre believed in such things.
When they paused outside the building's nondescript door, Combeferre dipped his head in a small bow, hands clasped behind his back. "Au revoir, mademoiselle."