Combeferre closes his eyes and takes a breath. This is not what he planned, not at all, and he is suddenly terrified that the entirety of the last few days is meant to serve as some sort of omen. Is some force telling him, turn back, before it is too late?
No, no, no. He mustn’t be ridiculous. This is Sybil before him, not some dream, and the madness of the last few days has amounted to mere silliness, not danger. With half a laugh, Combeferre takes off his spectacles and rubs his hand over his eyes. When he meets her gaze again, he is grinning sheepishly.
“If you would like it to be, then yes. Or I can find us a more romantic moment, if you prefer."
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Date: 2015-01-13 03:07 am (UTC)No, no, no. He mustn’t be ridiculous. This is Sybil before him, not some dream, and the madness of the last few days has amounted to mere silliness, not danger. With half a laugh, Combeferre takes off his spectacles and rubs his hand over his eyes. When he meets her gaze again, he is grinning sheepishly.
“If you would like it to be, then yes. Or I can find us a more romantic moment, if you prefer."