Combeferre had not slept in days. It had
been yet another way they were trying to
break him, exhaust him until he gave in
and spilled all the secrets. But all it had
done was leave him exhausted, and the
drugged sleep that Joly had given him
was a haven for him to relax.And his body gave him that.
He didn’t wake until late in the next day,
stirring slowly before he blearily cracked
his eyes open, breath catching in a small
moment of panic before he remembered
where he was, relaxing with an exhale of breath.
:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
He doesn’t have to be drilled into
sleeping lightly because if anyone, if
anyone has trouble sleeping, it’s him.
First because his thoughts moved too
fast for him to process and nights are
for catching up. Then it’s when there
is a firefight on the street, in his head–
every time he closes his eyes.
( now it’s because there’s too
many things to do, a dream to realize. )
"How are you feeling?“ Enjolras asks
and of course he’s noticed Combeferre
waking up, of course. He has a laptop
but it’s closed, set aside as he rests his
own eyes. They’re bright now, aware.
R e l i e v e d to see his friend awake.