Courfeyrac, in his time waiting, did little aside from think. There wasn’t much else to do in a quiet, bare prison cell. His mind jumped from topic to topic. The cause, his friends, his arrest, Combeferre, and most of all, Marius.
Hearing the door creak open, he was on his feet in an instant. Before he could so much as open his mouth, he was pulled into a hug. Courf, rarely one to turn down a hug, returned it in seconds, his arms wrapping around Ferre.
You know me. Of course I am, especially now!
He smiled at his beloved friend once they pulled apart.
..I take it they gave you a hard time?