“The very best.” Courfeyrac places his hand over his heart. “Farewell, ma chere, mon ami. And my deepest condolences - pardon, congratulations - to you both.” He hands Combeferre his glass, and Henri has no choice but to take it, watching Courfeyrac go with long-suffering fondness.
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Date: 2015-03-01 07:05 pm (UTC)“Well. That was…unexpected."