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@javert-de-letoiles

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javert-de-letoiles

@fishinspecteur

Javert is still asleep by the time Moreau wakes up.

Pierre woke shortly after the sun started to rise. He stirred before his eyes opened. There was little he could truly see except for the light of dawn from the window. Too early, he decided, and shut his eyes again.

He was aware of the pain in his side, but fatigue won over it. He dozed off for a few moments before promptly being woken again. Something was off. Then it hit him:

There was warmth beside him.

Another person was laying in the bed with him. Quite closely, might he add. Pierre’s eyes snapped open in an instant at that realization. He quickly sat upright, only to instantly regret it and lay back again at the sudden pain the movement caused.

Gah-!

javert-de-letoiles

The noise stirred Javert from his sleep, and he wakes up with a grunt.

Mmph…?

It seems to suddenly occur to Javert what’s going on, and he turns red and sits up like a shot.

Pierre?!

Seeing someone—Javert, he gathered by voice—sit up beside him jogged Pierre’s memory. Being stabbed. Walking here, of all places. Suggesting they share the bed. He recalled it now. He reached for his glasses and put them on, then looked up. Indeed, that was Javert.

…Javert. Bonjour.

He greeted sheepishly, blinking up at him as his own face reddened.

javert-de-letoiles

…B…Bonjour, Moreau.

I remember now. How do you feel?

Javert awkwardly stands up and tries to get dressed while attempting to act natural.

Like hell.

He huffed in reply, managing to push himself to sit up again. He glanced Javert’s way, then instantly averted his gaze towards the window. He ran one hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it before murmuring,

I.. apologize for waking you.

javert-de-letoiles

It is fine.

There’s an awkward silence.

Do you need anything to wear?

Well, I don’t suppose it is ideal for me to walk around in bloody clothing.

A poor attempt at a jest. He cleared his throat.

But- I’m sure it will be fine. Surely, the public have seen worse.

javert-de-letoiles

I suppose.

Well. Uh. Goodbye.

..Yes. Right.

Pierre managed to push himself out of the bed and to his feet with the grace of a newborn foal. He picked up his coat and vest from where he had draped them the night before and carefully pulled them both on.

With careful steps, he started towards the door. Then he paused and looked over his shoulder at Javert.

..What d’you suppose the likelihood of them giving me time off for this is?

javert-de-letoiles

Rather high. Javert watches Moreau quite closely as he gets ready to leave.

Good. I don’t think I’d be of use to anyone like this..

Upon reaching the door, Pierre reached up to fix his glasses. He had a long day ahead of him.

Thank you for your hospitality. I ah.. I apologize for showing up so late and troubling you.

javert-de-letoiles

It is fine. You do not need to apologize.

Javert looks away.

Are we still going fishing on Wednesday?

javert-de-letoiles

@fishinspecteur

Javert is still asleep by the time Moreau wakes up.

Pierre woke shortly after the sun started to rise. He stirred before his eyes opened. There was little he could truly see except for the light of dawn from the window. Too early, he decided, and shut his eyes again.

He was aware of the pain in his side, but fatigue won over it. He dozed off for a few moments before promptly being woken again. Something was off. Then it hit him:

There was warmth beside him.

Another person was laying in the bed with him. Quite closely, might he add. Pierre’s eyes snapped open in an instant at that realization. He quickly sat upright, only to instantly regret it and lay back again at the sudden pain the movement caused.

Gah-!

javert-de-letoiles

The noise stirred Javert from his sleep, and he wakes up with a grunt.

Mmph…?

It seems to suddenly occur to Javert what’s going on, and he turns red and sits up like a shot.

Pierre?!

Seeing someone—Javert, he gathered by voice—sit up beside him jogged Pierre’s memory. Being stabbed. Walking here, of all places. Suggesting they share the bed. He recalled it now. He reached for his glasses and put them on, then looked up. Indeed, that was Javert.

…Javert. Bonjour.

He greeted sheepishly, blinking up at him as his own face reddened.

javert-de-letoiles

…B…Bonjour, Moreau.

I remember now. How do you feel?

Javert awkwardly stands up and tries to get dressed while attempting to act natural.

Like hell.

He huffed in reply, managing to push himself to sit up again. He glanced Javert’s way, then instantly averted his gaze towards the window. He ran one hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it before murmuring,

I.. apologize for waking you.

javert-de-letoiles

It is fine.

There’s an awkward silence.

Do you need anything to wear?

Well, I don’t suppose it is ideal for me to walk around in bloody clothing.

A poor attempt at a jest. He cleared his throat.

But- I’m sure it will be fine. Surely, the public have seen worse.

javert-de-letoiles

I suppose.

Well. Uh. Goodbye.

..Yes. Right.

Pierre managed to push himself out of the bed and to his feet with the grace of a newborn foal. He picked up his coat and vest from where he had draped them the night before and carefully pulled them both on.

With careful steps, he started towards the door. Then he paused and looked over his shoulder at Javert.

..What d’you suppose the likelihood of them giving me time off for this is?

javert-de-letoiles

Rather high. Javert watches Moreau quite closely as he gets ready to leave.

javert-de-letoiles

@fishinspecteur

Javert is still asleep by the time Moreau wakes up.

Pierre woke shortly after the sun started to rise. He stirred before his eyes opened. There was little he could truly see except for the light of dawn from the window. Too early, he decided, and shut his eyes again.

He was aware of the pain in his side, but fatigue won over it. He dozed off for a few moments before promptly being woken again. Something was off. Then it hit him:

There was warmth beside him.

Another person was laying in the bed with him. Quite closely, might he add. Pierre’s eyes snapped open in an instant at that realization. He quickly sat upright, only to instantly regret it and lay back again at the sudden pain the movement caused.

Gah-!

javert-de-letoiles

The noise stirred Javert from his sleep, and he wakes up with a grunt.

Mmph…?

It seems to suddenly occur to Javert what’s going on, and he turns red and sits up like a shot.

Pierre?!

Seeing someone—Javert, he gathered by voice—sit up beside him jogged Pierre’s memory. Being stabbed. Walking here, of all places. Suggesting they share the bed. He recalled it now. He reached for his glasses and put them on, then looked up. Indeed, that was Javert.

…Javert. Bonjour.

He greeted sheepishly, blinking up at him as his own face reddened.

javert-de-letoiles

…B…Bonjour, Moreau.

I remember now. How do you feel?

Javert awkwardly stands up and tries to get dressed while attempting to act natural.

Like hell.

He huffed in reply, managing to push himself to sit up again. He glanced Javert’s way, then instantly averted his gaze towards the window. He ran one hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it before murmuring,

I.. apologize for waking you.

javert-de-letoiles

It is fine.

There’s an awkward silence.

Do you need anything to wear?

Well, I don’t suppose it is ideal for me to walk around in bloody clothing.

A poor attempt at a jest. He cleared his throat.

But- I’m sure it will be fine. Surely, the public have seen worse.

javert-de-letoiles

I suppose.

Well. Uh. Goodbye.

#sorry that it took me like 14 years to reply

I know what you are.

gay

- 🐦‍⬛

No, I don’t think I am…

javert-de-letoiles

//unrelated to the current stuff I just wanted to be silly because I miss courfs shenanigans >_<

…. Rude. Is that supposed to be me?

forthesakeofpassion

No, that’s me. It’s how you make me feel.

Although, it does bear a striking resemblance to you, doesnt it!!

javert-de-letoiles

Be quiet. You’re most akin to a songbird that never shuts up.

//I found a cool Javert design which is lowkey how I headcanon him looking now :p by les-mis-animated

//unrelated to the current stuff I just wanted to be silly because I miss courfs shenanigans >_<

…. Rude. Is that supposed to be me?

javert-de-letoiles

@fishinspecteur

Javert is still asleep by the time Moreau wakes up.

Pierre woke shortly after the sun started to rise. He stirred before his eyes opened. There was little he could truly see except for the light of dawn from the window. Too early, he decided, and shut his eyes again.

He was aware of the pain in his side, but fatigue won over it. He dozed off for a few moments before promptly being woken again. Something was off. Then it hit him:

There was warmth beside him.

Another person was laying in the bed with him. Quite closely, might he add. Pierre’s eyes snapped open in an instant at that realization. He quickly sat upright, only to instantly regret it and lay back again at the sudden pain the movement caused.

Gah-!

javert-de-letoiles

The noise stirred Javert from his sleep, and he wakes up with a grunt.

Mmph…?

It seems to suddenly occur to Javert what’s going on, and he turns red and sits up like a shot.

Pierre?!

Seeing someone—Javert, he gathered by voice—sit up beside him jogged Pierre’s memory. Being stabbed. Walking here, of all places. Suggesting they share the bed. He recalled it now. He reached for his glasses and put them on, then looked up. Indeed, that was Javert.

…Javert. Bonjour.

He greeted sheepishly, blinking up at him as his own face reddened.

javert-de-letoiles

…B…Bonjour, Moreau.

I remember now. How do you feel?

Javert awkwardly stands up and tries to get dressed while attempting to act natural.

Like hell.

He huffed in reply, managing to push himself to sit up again. He glanced Javert’s way, then instantly averted his gaze towards the window. He ran one hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it before murmuring,

I.. apologize for waking you.

javert-de-letoiles

It is fine.

There’s an awkward silence.

Do you need anything to wear?

javert-de-letoiles

@fishinspecteur

Javert is still asleep by the time Moreau wakes up.

Pierre woke shortly after the sun started to rise. He stirred before his eyes opened. There was little he could truly see except for the light of dawn from the window. Too early, he decided, and shut his eyes again.

He was aware of the pain in his side, but fatigue won over it. He dozed off for a few moments before promptly being woken again. Something was off. Then it hit him:

There was warmth beside him.

Another person was laying in the bed with him. Quite closely, might he add. Pierre’s eyes snapped open in an instant at that realization. He quickly sat upright, only to instantly regret it and lay back again at the sudden pain the movement caused.

Gah-!

javert-de-letoiles

The noise stirred Javert from his sleep, and he wakes up with a grunt.

Mmph…?

It seems to suddenly occur to Javert what’s going on, and he turns red and sits up like a shot.

Pierre?!

Seeing someone—Javert, he gathered by voice—sit up beside him jogged Pierre’s memory. Being stabbed. Walking here, of all places. Suggesting they share the bed. He recalled it now. He reached for his glasses and put them on, then looked up. Indeed, that was Javert.

…Javert. Bonjour.

He greeted sheepishly, blinking up at him as his own face reddened.

javert-de-letoiles

…B…Bonjour, Moreau.

I remember now. How do you feel?

Javert awkwardly stands up and tries to get dressed while attempting to act natural.

javert-de-letoiles

@fishinspecteur

Javert is still asleep by the time Moreau wakes up.

Pierre woke shortly after the sun started to rise. He stirred before his eyes opened. There was little he could truly see except for the light of dawn from the window. Too early, he decided, and shut his eyes again.

He was aware of the pain in his side, but fatigue won over it. He dozed off for a few moments before promptly being woken again. Something was off. Then it hit him:

There was warmth beside him.

Another person was laying in the bed with him. Quite closely, might he add. Pierre’s eyes snapped open in an instant at that realization. He quickly sat upright, only to instantly regret it and lay back again at the sudden pain the movement caused.

Gah-!

javert-de-letoiles

The noise stirred Javert from his sleep, and he wakes up with a grunt.

Mmph…?

It seems to suddenly occur to Javert what’s going on, and he turns red and sits up like a shot.

Pierre?!

@fishinspecteur

Javert is still asleep by the time Moreau wakes up.

javert-de-letoiles

Moreau knocked on the door twice. Then, still clutching his bleeding side, stepped back to lean against the closest wall. He glanced around as his eyes refused to settle on the door, simply because he didn’t want to stare expectantly and look desperate.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether he had the address right. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he had the address memorized at all. It could have been one from a recent crime for all he knew. Still, regardless of who answered the door, he prayed they would be kind enough to let him in.

- @fishinspecteur

//im here to bother you once more hello!! ^_^ /silly

Javert grumpily opens the door.

Who the blazes has mail to deliver at this hour-

His usually composed face shifts to an expression of shock when he sees Moreau’s state.

Ph-philpp- Moreau? What the devil happened? Come inside, with haste!

He grabs Moreau by the shirt and quickly pulls him inside, without waiting for an answer.

Hearing the door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of Javert’s irritated voice, was a relief. He had at least come to the right place. He looked up at him and opened his mouth to answer the question, then shut it as he was pulled inside. He stumbled, then immediately caught himself.

Apologies for showing up unannounced,

Moreau began quietly as he shifted his weight.

I.. didn’t know where else to go.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert’s apartment is very small and squalid. Aside from a balcony with a shoddy telescope, there isn’t anything personal or special in there. He grabs the only chair in the place and sits Moreau down in it.

Why did you not go to Bicêntre? How bad is it?

Moreau sat without complaint. He was hardly in a position to do so, and he figured it was best not to waste his breath.

Wasn’t sure if I’d make it without collapsing first.

He answered, exhaling sharply after shifting himself just slightly.

I haven’t gotten the chance to look at it, but I don’t imagine it’s good.

Reluctantly, he lifted his hand from the wound and glanced down. The leather glove was slick with blood, causing him to wince. He was no stranger to the sight, though it was different when it was his own.

javert-de-letoiles

Putain de merde, that’s a lot of blood. Where is the injury? I have meagre supplies but supplies nonetheless.

Javert seems genuinely concerned, rather than his usual aloof self.

Pierre, disregarding the blood on his glove, did not verbally answer the question. Instead, he unbuttoned his waistcoat and lifted the side where the wound lay. Beneath the waistcoat was the torn fabric of his shirt, which now stuck to the flesh around wound.

He spared the injury a glance, then looked away from it again.

..I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything better.

javert-de-letoiles

Jesus Christ. Beasts, the lot them. I will probably habe to remove your waistcoat and shirt to take care of it. Is that acceptable?

He waits for Moreau’s response.

He stiffened slightly at the question. That hadn’t occurred to him. Coming to Javert for help meant.. actual help. Which, in turn, meant having to remove his shirt. No big deal. It was strictly professional.

..Yes. That’s- fine.

Pierre nodded once in confirmation, then shrugged his coat off. He twisted to hang the coat off of the back of the chair and inhaled sharply again at the pain. For god’s sake, the wound was more annoying than it was worrying.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert, with suprising gentleness, unbuttons the fastenings of his shirt and peels it off Moreau’s shoulders.

Damn. It’s pretty ugly looking. Wait for thirty seconds. Do not die.

He goes to rummage in a drawer in an ill-used kitchen. He occasionally glances back at Pierre to check how he is doing.

Pierre sat in rigid silence as Javert went to gather supplies. He would have scoffed in amusement at the “do not die” command had the situation not been as dire.

He felt terribly exposed sitting in the middle of his colleague’s apartment without a shirt. It was suddenly colder now. He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or worse. Worse, perhaps, though that might be from the growing headache. He prayed that stemmed from stress rather than blood loss.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert returns with some first aid supplies and a bottle of strong alcohol. He uncaps it with his teeth before handing it to Moreau.

This should make it hurt less.

He kneels down in front of him due to the lack of a chair and wipes at the injury with a wet cloth, holding the other side of his waist to keep him steady.

Pierre watched as Javert uncapped the bottle with his teeth with mild interest. That was.. strangely attractive to watch. He instantly shoved the thought away. What the hell was he thinking?

You told me you don’t drink,

He murmured, more for his own sake to get his mind off of both the pain and that thought. He then took a drink of the alcohol, deciding it was best to let it dull the pain, if only slightly.

Of course, immediately after he took said drink, Javert’s hand came to hold his waist. Pierre nearly started choking. He managed to swallow the alcohol with a cough following shortly after. Dear lord, he was a mess.

javert-de-letoiles

Sometimes if I have had a physically taxing day — like you have — I will drink myself to sleep. I do not drink for pleasure.

He glances up as he hears the choked noise Pierre makes.

I did not hurt you, did I?

He removes his hand, feeling…disappointed? No, that couldn’t be the right word…

What was he thinking? The man was bleeding out. He had bigger things to worry about.

Javert bandages the wound, wrapping the bandage around Pierre’s stomach, which makes him end up with his arms wrapped around the man’s waist a bit more than he’d probably care for. Surely Javert’s face going red was merely a symptom of stress…right?

Pierre nodded slightly at the mention of Javert drinking himself to sleep. He could understand that. It certainly sounded better than going through this.

N-no. I’m- it’s fine.

He replied through gritted teeth. The lack of a hand on his waist was arguably worse than it initially being placed there..

Javert was warm. Was he always that warm? Or perhaps Pierre was just cold. Losing blood tended to do that to a person. Without truly meaning to, he leant just slightly into that warmth. It was a subconscious thing, wanting to seek that sort of comfort out while feeling increasingly worse.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert adds a few layers of gauze before quickly drawing back, trying to hide how red he’d gone.

That should last you a bit. I would recommend going to Bicêntre later, though. I am no doctor. ….

He avoids Pierre’s gaze.

Can I get you anything.

Of course. I’ll.. do that as soon as I am able.

Pierre murmured, forcing himself to lean back in the chair. His side still hurt like hell, but it was dealt with for the time being.

Ah-.. no. You helping me was quite enough. Thank you. For that.

javert-de-letoiles

I am merely doing my duty.

Do you have a way of getting back to wherever you are staying in this state?

I would walk, but I don’t think that would be very efficient. I’m sure I could hire a cab.

Pierre had briefly considered hiring a cab after being stabbed, but that idea had quickly been scrapped. Given his bleeding wound, the driver would almost certainly ask for more money as a cleaning fee. Money that he simply did not have on him.

javert-de-letoiles

…hmm.

I could sleep on the floor if you wished to stay here.

I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been more than enough help as it is.

Pierre forced himself to his feet and winced.

..I can get a cab. Truly, it’s fine.

javert-de-letoiles

You can barely walk.

I walked here, did I not?

javert-de-letoiles

…I suppose.

Exactly. I am capable of a short walk.

javert-de-letoiles

…Alright…

..Well. Thank you for your help. I greatly appreciate it.

Pierre nodded once to Javert, then picked up his shirt and shrugged it on. He didn’t bother with the waistcoat or coat and simply hung both off of his shoulder. He buttoned his shirt in silence as he started towards the door, too embarrassed to look back.

With his focus primarily on buttoning his shirt and his balance already thrown off, Pierre managed to take a miscalculated step, causing himself to stumble.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert reacts quickly and catches him in his arms before he can hit the floor.

…You’re sure you can walk back?

He isn’t sure whether to fight Moreau again, so he just nervously keeps holding him.

Pierre had fully expected to fall and make a fool of himself. He braced for more pain, but was instead met with arms around him. He looked up at Javert for a few seconds, then quickly averted his gaze in sheer embarrassment.

I-..

He reached up to fix his glasses, staying surprisingly still. Lord have mercy on him.

Perhaps not.

javert-de-letoiles

Take the bed. I insist. I do not need much sleep, anyway.

He rights Moreau without another word and silently points him in the direction of the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment.

Pierre glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then looked back at Javert.

I could not take your bed in good conscience knowing you would be sleeping on the floor.

javert-de-letoiles

You are the injured man. As well as a guest. It would be rude of me not to.

Javert, I-

Pierre glanced towards the bedroom again, then sighed.

…Fine. Since you are hellbent on it.

javert-de-letoiles

Thank you.

Hmph.

He took a step towards the room, then hesitated.

..Thank you for your help. Again.

javert-de-letoiles

Go to sleep. He goes to the kitchen and gets himself a drink. Javert isn’t used to having visitors, let alone friends, at his house. He’s not quite sure what to do.

Occasionally he glances over to where Moreau is lying before quickly averting his eyes.

It took Pierre time to settle. It was one thing to try to sleep comfortably while wounded. It was a completely different thing to sleep in the bed belonging to his colleague (rival turned friend?). That in itself made him feel disquieted.

He couldn’t sleep. The pain and awkward position prevented him from it. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying. He switched from staring up at the ceiling to shutting his eyes in hopes of finally getting rest. Nothing seemed to work, leaving him with his nagging thoughts and painful awareness of Javert somewhat nearby.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert felt himself getting more tired, checking the clock. 2:34 AM. Christ above.

Moreau. Are you asleep yet?

Hearing Javert’s voice came as a surprise. Pierre was snapped from his thoughts, causing him to lift his head.

..No. I’m afraid not.

javert-de-letoiles

…Ah.

Javert sounds exhausted.

Pierre studied Javert the best he could without his glasses. From what little he could make out, he seemed.. less rigid than normal. Tired, perhaps.

Don’t wait up on my behalf. You’re in need of rest just as much as I am.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert wipes his eyes.

You are on the only bed, Monsieur, and you are injured. It would rude of me to….fall…asleep and…

He nearly nods off where he’s sitting before jolting awake.

Christ-! My apologies…

Pierre raised a brow. While he couldn’t exactly see, he had heard enough to gather what had just occurred.

At this rate, you’d be better off up here with me.

The words came out before Pierre could stop them. He fell silent for a few seconds and looked away upon feeling the warmth in his face. Dear lord, what was wrong with him?

javert-de-letoiles

…I’m sorry?

Javert felt his own face go embarrassingly warm.

I- um..-

For a moment, he contemplated taking it back. He clearly wasn’t thinking straight. Instead, without looking at Javert, he managed,

Share the bed with me.

God. How mortifying.

javert-de-letoiles

O-oh. Okay.

He awkwardly removes his coat and waistcoat before reluctantly laying down beside Phillippe. The bed is not really designed for two — it’s quite cramped.

There was no way the room was supposed to be this warm this time of year..

Pierre, for his part, shifted slightly to the side to make a bit more room. It didn’t make much of a difference, aside from perhaps irritating his injury, but there was at least thought behind the gesture.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do now that he was no longer alone in the bed. He had fully anticipated Javert to refuse him. Now that he was laying beside him.. what was he to do??

He settled for silence. Laying stiffly while trying not to hurt himself further or touch Javert.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert awkwardly folded his arms and avoided acknowledging that Philippe was there, it some degree of effectiveness.

Now what? Go to sleep like this?!

Having the warmth of another person so close was odd. It was terribly awkward at first, really. The longer they were there, however, Pierre found that he didn’t hate it. It was.. oddly comforting.

What the hell was he thinking?! Comforting? Javert?? He must have lost more blood than he initially thought. Clearly, he was not in the right state of mind.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert fell asleep quite quickly, rolling onto his side. In his sleep, his hand flopped forward and landed against Moreau’s good side.

javert-de-letoiles

Moreau knocked on the door twice. Then, still clutching his bleeding side, stepped back to lean against the closest wall. He glanced around as his eyes refused to settle on the door, simply because he didn’t want to stare expectantly and look desperate.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether he had the address right. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he had the address memorized at all. It could have been one from a recent crime for all he knew. Still, regardless of who answered the door, he prayed they would be kind enough to let him in.

- @fishinspecteur

//im here to bother you once more hello!! ^_^ /silly

Javert grumpily opens the door.

Who the blazes has mail to deliver at this hour-

His usually composed face shifts to an expression of shock when he sees Moreau’s state.

Ph-philpp- Moreau? What the devil happened? Come inside, with haste!

He grabs Moreau by the shirt and quickly pulls him inside, without waiting for an answer.

Hearing the door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of Javert’s irritated voice, was a relief. He had at least come to the right place. He looked up at him and opened his mouth to answer the question, then shut it as he was pulled inside. He stumbled, then immediately caught himself.

Apologies for showing up unannounced,

Moreau began quietly as he shifted his weight.

I.. didn’t know where else to go.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert’s apartment is very small and squalid. Aside from a balcony with a shoddy telescope, there isn’t anything personal or special in there. He grabs the only chair in the place and sits Moreau down in it.

Why did you not go to Bicêntre? How bad is it?

Moreau sat without complaint. He was hardly in a position to do so, and he figured it was best not to waste his breath.

Wasn’t sure if I’d make it without collapsing first.

He answered, exhaling sharply after shifting himself just slightly.

I haven’t gotten the chance to look at it, but I don’t imagine it’s good.

Reluctantly, he lifted his hand from the wound and glanced down. The leather glove was slick with blood, causing him to wince. He was no stranger to the sight, though it was different when it was his own.

javert-de-letoiles

Putain de merde, that’s a lot of blood. Where is the injury? I have meagre supplies but supplies nonetheless.

Javert seems genuinely concerned, rather than his usual aloof self.

Pierre, disregarding the blood on his glove, did not verbally answer the question. Instead, he unbuttoned his waistcoat and lifted the side where the wound lay. Beneath the waistcoat was the torn fabric of his shirt, which now stuck to the flesh around wound.

He spared the injury a glance, then looked away from it again.

..I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything better.

javert-de-letoiles

Jesus Christ. Beasts, the lot them. I will probably habe to remove your waistcoat and shirt to take care of it. Is that acceptable?

He waits for Moreau’s response.

He stiffened slightly at the question. That hadn’t occurred to him. Coming to Javert for help meant.. actual help. Which, in turn, meant having to remove his shirt. No big deal. It was strictly professional.

..Yes. That’s- fine.

Pierre nodded once in confirmation, then shrugged his coat off. He twisted to hang the coat off of the back of the chair and inhaled sharply again at the pain. For god’s sake, the wound was more annoying than it was worrying.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert, with suprising gentleness, unbuttons the fastenings of his shirt and peels it off Moreau’s shoulders.

Damn. It’s pretty ugly looking. Wait for thirty seconds. Do not die.

He goes to rummage in a drawer in an ill-used kitchen. He occasionally glances back at Pierre to check how he is doing.

Pierre sat in rigid silence as Javert went to gather supplies. He would have scoffed in amusement at the “do not die” command had the situation not been as dire.

He felt terribly exposed sitting in the middle of his colleague’s apartment without a shirt. It was suddenly colder now. He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or worse. Worse, perhaps, though that might be from the growing headache. He prayed that stemmed from stress rather than blood loss.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert returns with some first aid supplies and a bottle of strong alcohol. He uncaps it with his teeth before handing it to Moreau.

This should make it hurt less.

He kneels down in front of him due to the lack of a chair and wipes at the injury with a wet cloth, holding the other side of his waist to keep him steady.

Pierre watched as Javert uncapped the bottle with his teeth with mild interest. That was.. strangely attractive to watch. He instantly shoved the thought away. What the hell was he thinking?

You told me you don’t drink,

He murmured, more for his own sake to get his mind off of both the pain and that thought. He then took a drink of the alcohol, deciding it was best to let it dull the pain, if only slightly.

Of course, immediately after he took said drink, Javert’s hand came to hold his waist. Pierre nearly started choking. He managed to swallow the alcohol with a cough following shortly after. Dear lord, he was a mess.

javert-de-letoiles

Sometimes if I have had a physically taxing day — like you have — I will drink myself to sleep. I do not drink for pleasure.

He glances up as he hears the choked noise Pierre makes.

I did not hurt you, did I?

He removes his hand, feeling…disappointed? No, that couldn’t be the right word…

What was he thinking? The man was bleeding out. He had bigger things to worry about.

Javert bandages the wound, wrapping the bandage around Pierre’s stomach, which makes him end up with his arms wrapped around the man’s waist a bit more than he’d probably care for. Surely Javert’s face going red was merely a symptom of stress…right?

Pierre nodded slightly at the mention of Javert drinking himself to sleep. He could understand that. It certainly sounded better than going through this.

N-no. I’m- it’s fine.

He replied through gritted teeth. The lack of a hand on his waist was arguably worse than it initially being placed there..

Javert was warm. Was he always that warm? Or perhaps Pierre was just cold. Losing blood tended to do that to a person. Without truly meaning to, he leant just slightly into that warmth. It was a subconscious thing, wanting to seek that sort of comfort out while feeling increasingly worse.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert adds a few layers of gauze before quickly drawing back, trying to hide how red he’d gone.

That should last you a bit. I would recommend going to Bicêntre later, though. I am no doctor. ….

He avoids Pierre’s gaze.

Can I get you anything.

Of course. I’ll.. do that as soon as I am able.

Pierre murmured, forcing himself to lean back in the chair. His side still hurt like hell, but it was dealt with for the time being.

Ah-.. no. You helping me was quite enough. Thank you. For that.

javert-de-letoiles

I am merely doing my duty.

Do you have a way of getting back to wherever you are staying in this state?

I would walk, but I don’t think that would be very efficient. I’m sure I could hire a cab.

Pierre had briefly considered hiring a cab after being stabbed, but that idea had quickly been scrapped. Given his bleeding wound, the driver would almost certainly ask for more money as a cleaning fee. Money that he simply did not have on him.

javert-de-letoiles

…hmm.

I could sleep on the floor if you wished to stay here.

I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been more than enough help as it is.

Pierre forced himself to his feet and winced.

..I can get a cab. Truly, it’s fine.

javert-de-letoiles

You can barely walk.

I walked here, did I not?

javert-de-letoiles

…I suppose.

Exactly. I am capable of a short walk.

javert-de-letoiles

…Alright…

..Well. Thank you for your help. I greatly appreciate it.

Pierre nodded once to Javert, then picked up his shirt and shrugged it on. He didn’t bother with the waistcoat or coat and simply hung both off of his shoulder. He buttoned his shirt in silence as he started towards the door, too embarrassed to look back.

With his focus primarily on buttoning his shirt and his balance already thrown off, Pierre managed to take a miscalculated step, causing himself to stumble.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert reacts quickly and catches him in his arms before he can hit the floor.

…You’re sure you can walk back?

He isn’t sure whether to fight Moreau again, so he just nervously keeps holding him.

Pierre had fully expected to fall and make a fool of himself. He braced for more pain, but was instead met with arms around him. He looked up at Javert for a few seconds, then quickly averted his gaze in sheer embarrassment.

I-..

He reached up to fix his glasses, staying surprisingly still. Lord have mercy on him.

Perhaps not.

javert-de-letoiles

Take the bed. I insist. I do not need much sleep, anyway.

He rights Moreau without another word and silently points him in the direction of the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment.

Pierre glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then looked back at Javert.

I could not take your bed in good conscience knowing you would be sleeping on the floor.

javert-de-letoiles

You are the injured man. As well as a guest. It would be rude of me not to.

Javert, I-

Pierre glanced towards the bedroom again, then sighed.

…Fine. Since you are hellbent on it.

javert-de-letoiles

Thank you.

Hmph.

He took a step towards the room, then hesitated.

..Thank you for your help. Again.

javert-de-letoiles

Go to sleep. He goes to the kitchen and gets himself a drink. Javert isn’t used to having visitors, let alone friends, at his house. He’s not quite sure what to do.

Occasionally he glances over to where Moreau is lying before quickly averting his eyes.

It took Pierre time to settle. It was one thing to try to sleep comfortably while wounded. It was a completely different thing to sleep in the bed belonging to his colleague (rival turned friend?). That in itself made him feel disquieted.

He couldn’t sleep. The pain and awkward position prevented him from it. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying. He switched from staring up at the ceiling to shutting his eyes in hopes of finally getting rest. Nothing seemed to work, leaving him with his nagging thoughts and painful awareness of Javert somewhat nearby.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert felt himself getting more tired, checking the clock. 2:34 AM. Christ above.

Moreau. Are you asleep yet?

Hearing Javert’s voice came as a surprise. Pierre was snapped from his thoughts, causing him to lift his head.

..No. I’m afraid not.

javert-de-letoiles

…Ah.

Javert sounds exhausted.

Pierre studied Javert the best he could without his glasses. From what little he could make out, he seemed.. less rigid than normal. Tired, perhaps.

Don’t wait up on my behalf. You’re in need of rest just as much as I am.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert wipes his eyes.

You are on the only bed, Monsieur, and you are injured. It would rude of me to….fall…asleep and…

He nearly nods off where he’s sitting before jolting awake.

Christ-! My apologies…

Pierre raised a brow. While he couldn’t exactly see, he had heard enough to gather what had just occurred.

At this rate, you’d be better off up here with me.

The words came out before Pierre could stop them. He fell silent for a few seconds and looked away upon feeling the warmth in his face. Dear lord, what was wrong with him?

javert-de-letoiles

…I’m sorry?

Javert felt his own face go embarrassingly warm.

I- um..-

For a moment, he contemplated taking it back. He clearly wasn’t thinking straight. Instead, without looking at Javert, he managed,

Share the bed with me.

God. How mortifying.

javert-de-letoiles

O-oh. Okay.

He awkwardly removes his coat and waistcoat before reluctantly laying down beside Phillippe. The bed is not really designed for two — it’s quite cramped.

There was no way the room was supposed to be this warm this time of year..

Pierre, for his part, shifted slightly to the side to make a bit more room. It didn’t make much of a difference, aside from perhaps irritating his injury, but there was at least thought behind the gesture.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do now that he was no longer alone in the bed. He had fully anticipated Javert to refuse him. Now that he was laying beside him.. what was he to do??

He settled for silence. Laying stiffly while trying not to hurt himself further or touch Javert.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert awkwardly folded his arms and avoided acknowledging that Philippe was there, it some degree of effectiveness.

Now what? Go to sleep like this?!

#what do you think

javert-de-letoiles

Moreau knocked on the door twice. Then, still clutching his bleeding side, stepped back to lean against the closest wall. He glanced around as his eyes refused to settle on the door, simply because he didn’t want to stare expectantly and look desperate.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether he had the address right. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he had the address memorized at all. It could have been one from a recent crime for all he knew. Still, regardless of who answered the door, he prayed they would be kind enough to let him in.

- @fishinspecteur

//im here to bother you once more hello!! ^_^ /silly

Javert grumpily opens the door.

Who the blazes has mail to deliver at this hour-

His usually composed face shifts to an expression of shock when he sees Moreau’s state.

Ph-philpp- Moreau? What the devil happened? Come inside, with haste!

He grabs Moreau by the shirt and quickly pulls him inside, without waiting for an answer.

Hearing the door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of Javert’s irritated voice, was a relief. He had at least come to the right place. He looked up at him and opened his mouth to answer the question, then shut it as he was pulled inside. He stumbled, then immediately caught himself.

Apologies for showing up unannounced,

Moreau began quietly as he shifted his weight.

I.. didn’t know where else to go.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert’s apartment is very small and squalid. Aside from a balcony with a shoddy telescope, there isn’t anything personal or special in there. He grabs the only chair in the place and sits Moreau down in it.

Why did you not go to Bicêntre? How bad is it?

Moreau sat without complaint. He was hardly in a position to do so, and he figured it was best not to waste his breath.

Wasn’t sure if I’d make it without collapsing first.

He answered, exhaling sharply after shifting himself just slightly.

I haven’t gotten the chance to look at it, but I don’t imagine it’s good.

Reluctantly, he lifted his hand from the wound and glanced down. The leather glove was slick with blood, causing him to wince. He was no stranger to the sight, though it was different when it was his own.

javert-de-letoiles

Putain de merde, that’s a lot of blood. Where is the injury? I have meagre supplies but supplies nonetheless.

Javert seems genuinely concerned, rather than his usual aloof self.

Pierre, disregarding the blood on his glove, did not verbally answer the question. Instead, he unbuttoned his waistcoat and lifted the side where the wound lay. Beneath the waistcoat was the torn fabric of his shirt, which now stuck to the flesh around wound.

He spared the injury a glance, then looked away from it again.

..I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything better.

javert-de-letoiles

Jesus Christ. Beasts, the lot them. I will probably habe to remove your waistcoat and shirt to take care of it. Is that acceptable?

He waits for Moreau’s response.

He stiffened slightly at the question. That hadn’t occurred to him. Coming to Javert for help meant.. actual help. Which, in turn, meant having to remove his shirt. No big deal. It was strictly professional.

..Yes. That’s- fine.

Pierre nodded once in confirmation, then shrugged his coat off. He twisted to hang the coat off of the back of the chair and inhaled sharply again at the pain. For god’s sake, the wound was more annoying than it was worrying.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert, with suprising gentleness, unbuttons the fastenings of his shirt and peels it off Moreau’s shoulders.

Damn. It’s pretty ugly looking. Wait for thirty seconds. Do not die.

He goes to rummage in a drawer in an ill-used kitchen. He occasionally glances back at Pierre to check how he is doing.

Pierre sat in rigid silence as Javert went to gather supplies. He would have scoffed in amusement at the “do not die” command had the situation not been as dire.

He felt terribly exposed sitting in the middle of his colleague’s apartment without a shirt. It was suddenly colder now. He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or worse. Worse, perhaps, though that might be from the growing headache. He prayed that stemmed from stress rather than blood loss.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert returns with some first aid supplies and a bottle of strong alcohol. He uncaps it with his teeth before handing it to Moreau.

This should make it hurt less.

He kneels down in front of him due to the lack of a chair and wipes at the injury with a wet cloth, holding the other side of his waist to keep him steady.

Pierre watched as Javert uncapped the bottle with his teeth with mild interest. That was.. strangely attractive to watch. He instantly shoved the thought away. What the hell was he thinking?

You told me you don’t drink,

He murmured, more for his own sake to get his mind off of both the pain and that thought. He then took a drink of the alcohol, deciding it was best to let it dull the pain, if only slightly.

Of course, immediately after he took said drink, Javert’s hand came to hold his waist. Pierre nearly started choking. He managed to swallow the alcohol with a cough following shortly after. Dear lord, he was a mess.

javert-de-letoiles

Sometimes if I have had a physically taxing day — like you have — I will drink myself to sleep. I do not drink for pleasure.

He glances up as he hears the choked noise Pierre makes.

I did not hurt you, did I?

He removes his hand, feeling…disappointed? No, that couldn’t be the right word…

What was he thinking? The man was bleeding out. He had bigger things to worry about.

Javert bandages the wound, wrapping the bandage around Pierre’s stomach, which makes him end up with his arms wrapped around the man’s waist a bit more than he’d probably care for. Surely Javert’s face going red was merely a symptom of stress…right?

Pierre nodded slightly at the mention of Javert drinking himself to sleep. He could understand that. It certainly sounded better than going through this.

N-no. I’m- it’s fine.

He replied through gritted teeth. The lack of a hand on his waist was arguably worse than it initially being placed there..

Javert was warm. Was he always that warm? Or perhaps Pierre was just cold. Losing blood tended to do that to a person. Without truly meaning to, he leant just slightly into that warmth. It was a subconscious thing, wanting to seek that sort of comfort out while feeling increasingly worse.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert adds a few layers of gauze before quickly drawing back, trying to hide how red he’d gone.

That should last you a bit. I would recommend going to Bicêntre later, though. I am no doctor. ….

He avoids Pierre’s gaze.

Can I get you anything.

Of course. I’ll.. do that as soon as I am able.

Pierre murmured, forcing himself to lean back in the chair. His side still hurt like hell, but it was dealt with for the time being.

Ah-.. no. You helping me was quite enough. Thank you. For that.

javert-de-letoiles

I am merely doing my duty.

Do you have a way of getting back to wherever you are staying in this state?

I would walk, but I don’t think that would be very efficient. I’m sure I could hire a cab.

Pierre had briefly considered hiring a cab after being stabbed, but that idea had quickly been scrapped. Given his bleeding wound, the driver would almost certainly ask for more money as a cleaning fee. Money that he simply did not have on him.

javert-de-letoiles

…hmm.

I could sleep on the floor if you wished to stay here.

I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been more than enough help as it is.

Pierre forced himself to his feet and winced.

..I can get a cab. Truly, it’s fine.

javert-de-letoiles

You can barely walk.

I walked here, did I not?

javert-de-letoiles

…I suppose.

Exactly. I am capable of a short walk.

javert-de-letoiles

…Alright…

..Well. Thank you for your help. I greatly appreciate it.

Pierre nodded once to Javert, then picked up his shirt and shrugged it on. He didn’t bother with the waistcoat or coat and simply hung both off of his shoulder. He buttoned his shirt in silence as he started towards the door, too embarrassed to look back.

With his focus primarily on buttoning his shirt and his balance already thrown off, Pierre managed to take a miscalculated step, causing himself to stumble.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert reacts quickly and catches him in his arms before he can hit the floor.

…You’re sure you can walk back?

He isn’t sure whether to fight Moreau again, so he just nervously keeps holding him.

Pierre had fully expected to fall and make a fool of himself. He braced for more pain, but was instead met with arms around him. He looked up at Javert for a few seconds, then quickly averted his gaze in sheer embarrassment.

I-..

He reached up to fix his glasses, staying surprisingly still. Lord have mercy on him.

Perhaps not.

javert-de-letoiles

Take the bed. I insist. I do not need much sleep, anyway.

He rights Moreau without another word and silently points him in the direction of the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment.

Pierre glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then looked back at Javert.

I could not take your bed in good conscience knowing you would be sleeping on the floor.

javert-de-letoiles

You are the injured man. As well as a guest. It would be rude of me not to.

Javert, I-

Pierre glanced towards the bedroom again, then sighed.

…Fine. Since you are hellbent on it.

javert-de-letoiles

Thank you.

Hmph.

He took a step towards the room, then hesitated.

..Thank you for your help. Again.

javert-de-letoiles

Go to sleep. He goes to the kitchen and gets himself a drink. Javert isn’t used to having visitors, let alone friends, at his house. He’s not quite sure what to do.

Occasionally he glances over to where Moreau is lying before quickly averting his eyes.

It took Pierre time to settle. It was one thing to try to sleep comfortably while wounded. It was a completely different thing to sleep in the bed belonging to his colleague (rival turned friend?). That in itself made him feel disquieted.

He couldn’t sleep. The pain and awkward position prevented him from it. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying. He switched from staring up at the ceiling to shutting his eyes in hopes of finally getting rest. Nothing seemed to work, leaving him with his nagging thoughts and painful awareness of Javert somewhat nearby.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert felt himself getting more tired, checking the clock. 2:34 AM. Christ above.

Moreau. Are you asleep yet?

Hearing Javert’s voice came as a surprise. Pierre was snapped from his thoughts, causing him to lift his head.

..No. I’m afraid not.

javert-de-letoiles

…Ah.

Javert sounds exhausted.

Pierre studied Javert the best he could without his glasses. From what little he could make out, he seemed.. less rigid than normal. Tired, perhaps.

Don’t wait up on my behalf. You’re in need of rest just as much as I am.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert wipes his eyes.

You are on the only bed, Monsieur, and you are injured. It would rude of me to….fall…asleep and…

He nearly nods off where he’s sitting before jolting awake.

Christ-! My apologies…

Pierre raised a brow. While he couldn’t exactly see, he had heard enough to gather what had just occurred.

At this rate, you’d be better off up here with me.

The words came out before Pierre could stop them. He fell silent for a few seconds and looked away upon feeling the warmth in his face. Dear lord, what was wrong with him?

javert-de-letoiles

…I’m sorry?

Javert felt his own face go embarrassingly warm.

I- um..-

For a moment, he contemplated taking it back. He clearly wasn’t thinking straight. Instead, without looking at Javert, he managed,

Share the bed with me.

God. How mortifying.

javert-de-letoiles

O-oh. Okay.

He awkwardly removes his coat and waistcoat before reluctantly laying down beside Phillippe. The bed is not really designed for two — it’s quite cramped.

There was no way the room was supposed to be this warm this time of year..

javert-de-letoiles

Moreau knocked on the door twice. Then, still clutching his bleeding side, stepped back to lean against the closest wall. He glanced around as his eyes refused to settle on the door, simply because he didn’t want to stare expectantly and look desperate.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether he had the address right. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he had the address memorized at all. It could have been one from a recent crime for all he knew. Still, regardless of who answered the door, he prayed they would be kind enough to let him in.

- @fishinspecteur

//im here to bother you once more hello!! ^_^ /silly

Javert grumpily opens the door.

Who the blazes has mail to deliver at this hour-

His usually composed face shifts to an expression of shock when he sees Moreau’s state.

Ph-philpp- Moreau? What the devil happened? Come inside, with haste!

He grabs Moreau by the shirt and quickly pulls him inside, without waiting for an answer.

Hearing the door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of Javert’s irritated voice, was a relief. He had at least come to the right place. He looked up at him and opened his mouth to answer the question, then shut it as he was pulled inside. He stumbled, then immediately caught himself.

Apologies for showing up unannounced,

Moreau began quietly as he shifted his weight.

I.. didn’t know where else to go.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert’s apartment is very small and squalid. Aside from a balcony with a shoddy telescope, there isn’t anything personal or special in there. He grabs the only chair in the place and sits Moreau down in it.

Why did you not go to Bicêntre? How bad is it?

Moreau sat without complaint. He was hardly in a position to do so, and he figured it was best not to waste his breath.

Wasn’t sure if I’d make it without collapsing first.

He answered, exhaling sharply after shifting himself just slightly.

I haven’t gotten the chance to look at it, but I don’t imagine it’s good.

Reluctantly, he lifted his hand from the wound and glanced down. The leather glove was slick with blood, causing him to wince. He was no stranger to the sight, though it was different when it was his own.

javert-de-letoiles

Putain de merde, that’s a lot of blood. Where is the injury? I have meagre supplies but supplies nonetheless.

Javert seems genuinely concerned, rather than his usual aloof self.

Pierre, disregarding the blood on his glove, did not verbally answer the question. Instead, he unbuttoned his waistcoat and lifted the side where the wound lay. Beneath the waistcoat was the torn fabric of his shirt, which now stuck to the flesh around wound.

He spared the injury a glance, then looked away from it again.

..I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything better.

javert-de-letoiles

Jesus Christ. Beasts, the lot them. I will probably habe to remove your waistcoat and shirt to take care of it. Is that acceptable?

He waits for Moreau’s response.

He stiffened slightly at the question. That hadn’t occurred to him. Coming to Javert for help meant.. actual help. Which, in turn, meant having to remove his shirt. No big deal. It was strictly professional.

..Yes. That’s- fine.

Pierre nodded once in confirmation, then shrugged his coat off. He twisted to hang the coat off of the back of the chair and inhaled sharply again at the pain. For god’s sake, the wound was more annoying than it was worrying.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert, with suprising gentleness, unbuttons the fastenings of his shirt and peels it off Moreau’s shoulders.

Damn. It’s pretty ugly looking. Wait for thirty seconds. Do not die.

He goes to rummage in a drawer in an ill-used kitchen. He occasionally glances back at Pierre to check how he is doing.

Pierre sat in rigid silence as Javert went to gather supplies. He would have scoffed in amusement at the “do not die” command had the situation not been as dire.

He felt terribly exposed sitting in the middle of his colleague’s apartment without a shirt. It was suddenly colder now. He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or worse. Worse, perhaps, though that might be from the growing headache. He prayed that stemmed from stress rather than blood loss.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert returns with some first aid supplies and a bottle of strong alcohol. He uncaps it with his teeth before handing it to Moreau.

This should make it hurt less.

He kneels down in front of him due to the lack of a chair and wipes at the injury with a wet cloth, holding the other side of his waist to keep him steady.

Pierre watched as Javert uncapped the bottle with his teeth with mild interest. That was.. strangely attractive to watch. He instantly shoved the thought away. What the hell was he thinking?

You told me you don’t drink,

He murmured, more for his own sake to get his mind off of both the pain and that thought. He then took a drink of the alcohol, deciding it was best to let it dull the pain, if only slightly.

Of course, immediately after he took said drink, Javert’s hand came to hold his waist. Pierre nearly started choking. He managed to swallow the alcohol with a cough following shortly after. Dear lord, he was a mess.

javert-de-letoiles

Sometimes if I have had a physically taxing day — like you have — I will drink myself to sleep. I do not drink for pleasure.

He glances up as he hears the choked noise Pierre makes.

I did not hurt you, did I?

He removes his hand, feeling…disappointed? No, that couldn’t be the right word…

What was he thinking? The man was bleeding out. He had bigger things to worry about.

Javert bandages the wound, wrapping the bandage around Pierre’s stomach, which makes him end up with his arms wrapped around the man’s waist a bit more than he’d probably care for. Surely Javert’s face going red was merely a symptom of stress…right?

Pierre nodded slightly at the mention of Javert drinking himself to sleep. He could understand that. It certainly sounded better than going through this.

N-no. I’m- it’s fine.

He replied through gritted teeth. The lack of a hand on his waist was arguably worse than it initially being placed there..

Javert was warm. Was he always that warm? Or perhaps Pierre was just cold. Losing blood tended to do that to a person. Without truly meaning to, he leant just slightly into that warmth. It was a subconscious thing, wanting to seek that sort of comfort out while feeling increasingly worse.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert adds a few layers of gauze before quickly drawing back, trying to hide how red he’d gone.

That should last you a bit. I would recommend going to Bicêntre later, though. I am no doctor. ….

He avoids Pierre’s gaze.

Can I get you anything.

Of course. I’ll.. do that as soon as I am able.

Pierre murmured, forcing himself to lean back in the chair. His side still hurt like hell, but it was dealt with for the time being.

Ah-.. no. You helping me was quite enough. Thank you. For that.

javert-de-letoiles

I am merely doing my duty.

Do you have a way of getting back to wherever you are staying in this state?

I would walk, but I don’t think that would be very efficient. I’m sure I could hire a cab.

Pierre had briefly considered hiring a cab after being stabbed, but that idea had quickly been scrapped. Given his bleeding wound, the driver would almost certainly ask for more money as a cleaning fee. Money that he simply did not have on him.

javert-de-letoiles

…hmm.

I could sleep on the floor if you wished to stay here.

I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been more than enough help as it is.

Pierre forced himself to his feet and winced.

..I can get a cab. Truly, it’s fine.

javert-de-letoiles

You can barely walk.

I walked here, did I not?

javert-de-letoiles

…I suppose.

Exactly. I am capable of a short walk.

javert-de-letoiles

…Alright…

..Well. Thank you for your help. I greatly appreciate it.

Pierre nodded once to Javert, then picked up his shirt and shrugged it on. He didn’t bother with the waistcoat or coat and simply hung both off of his shoulder. He buttoned his shirt in silence as he started towards the door, too embarrassed to look back.

With his focus primarily on buttoning his shirt and his balance already thrown off, Pierre managed to take a miscalculated step, causing himself to stumble.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert reacts quickly and catches him in his arms before he can hit the floor.

…You’re sure you can walk back?

He isn’t sure whether to fight Moreau again, so he just nervously keeps holding him.

Pierre had fully expected to fall and make a fool of himself. He braced for more pain, but was instead met with arms around him. He looked up at Javert for a few seconds, then quickly averted his gaze in sheer embarrassment.

I-..

He reached up to fix his glasses, staying surprisingly still. Lord have mercy on him.

Perhaps not.

javert-de-letoiles

Take the bed. I insist. I do not need much sleep, anyway.

He rights Moreau without another word and silently points him in the direction of the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment.

Pierre glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then looked back at Javert.

I could not take your bed in good conscience knowing you would be sleeping on the floor.

javert-de-letoiles

You are the injured man. As well as a guest. It would be rude of me not to.

Javert, I-

Pierre glanced towards the bedroom again, then sighed.

…Fine. Since you are hellbent on it.

javert-de-letoiles

Thank you.

Hmph.

He took a step towards the room, then hesitated.

..Thank you for your help. Again.

javert-de-letoiles

Go to sleep. He goes to the kitchen and gets himself a drink. Javert isn’t used to having visitors, let alone friends, at his house. He’s not quite sure what to do.

Occasionally he glances over to where Moreau is lying before quickly averting his eyes.

It took Pierre time to settle. It was one thing to try to sleep comfortably while wounded. It was a completely different thing to sleep in the bed belonging to his colleague (rival turned friend?). That in itself made him feel disquieted.

He couldn’t sleep. The pain and awkward position prevented him from it. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying. He switched from staring up at the ceiling to shutting his eyes in hopes of finally getting rest. Nothing seemed to work, leaving him with his nagging thoughts and painful awareness of Javert somewhat nearby.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert felt himself getting more tired, checking the clock. 2:34 AM. Christ above.

Moreau. Are you asleep yet?

Hearing Javert’s voice came as a surprise. Pierre was snapped from his thoughts, causing him to lift his head.

..No. I’m afraid not.

javert-de-letoiles

…Ah.

Javert sounds exhausted.

Pierre studied Javert the best he could without his glasses. From what little he could make out, he seemed.. less rigid than normal. Tired, perhaps.

Don’t wait up on my behalf. You’re in need of rest just as much as I am.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert wipes his eyes.

You are on the only bed, Monsieur, and you are injured. It would rude of me to….fall…asleep and…

He nearly nods off where he’s sitting before jolting awake.

Christ-! My apologies…

Pierre raised a brow. While he couldn’t exactly see, he had heard enough to gather what had just occurred.

At this rate, you’d be better off up here with me.

The words came out before Pierre could stop them. He fell silent for a few seconds and looked away upon feeling the warmth in his face. Dear lord, what was wrong with him?

javert-de-letoiles

…I’m sorry?

Javert felt his own face go embarrassingly warm.

javert-de-letoiles

Moreau knocked on the door twice. Then, still clutching his bleeding side, stepped back to lean against the closest wall. He glanced around as his eyes refused to settle on the door, simply because he didn’t want to stare expectantly and look desperate.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether he had the address right. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he had the address memorized at all. It could have been one from a recent crime for all he knew. Still, regardless of who answered the door, he prayed they would be kind enough to let him in.

- @fishinspecteur

//im here to bother you once more hello!! ^_^ /silly

Javert grumpily opens the door.

Who the blazes has mail to deliver at this hour-

His usually composed face shifts to an expression of shock when he sees Moreau’s state.

Ph-philpp- Moreau? What the devil happened? Come inside, with haste!

He grabs Moreau by the shirt and quickly pulls him inside, without waiting for an answer.

Hearing the door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of Javert’s irritated voice, was a relief. He had at least come to the right place. He looked up at him and opened his mouth to answer the question, then shut it as he was pulled inside. He stumbled, then immediately caught himself.

Apologies for showing up unannounced,

Moreau began quietly as he shifted his weight.

I.. didn’t know where else to go.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert’s apartment is very small and squalid. Aside from a balcony with a shoddy telescope, there isn’t anything personal or special in there. He grabs the only chair in the place and sits Moreau down in it.

Why did you not go to Bicêntre? How bad is it?

Moreau sat without complaint. He was hardly in a position to do so, and he figured it was best not to waste his breath.

Wasn’t sure if I’d make it without collapsing first.

He answered, exhaling sharply after shifting himself just slightly.

I haven’t gotten the chance to look at it, but I don’t imagine it’s good.

Reluctantly, he lifted his hand from the wound and glanced down. The leather glove was slick with blood, causing him to wince. He was no stranger to the sight, though it was different when it was his own.

javert-de-letoiles

Putain de merde, that’s a lot of blood. Where is the injury? I have meagre supplies but supplies nonetheless.

Javert seems genuinely concerned, rather than his usual aloof self.

Pierre, disregarding the blood on his glove, did not verbally answer the question. Instead, he unbuttoned his waistcoat and lifted the side where the wound lay. Beneath the waistcoat was the torn fabric of his shirt, which now stuck to the flesh around wound.

He spared the injury a glance, then looked away from it again.

..I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything better.

javert-de-letoiles

Jesus Christ. Beasts, the lot them. I will probably habe to remove your waistcoat and shirt to take care of it. Is that acceptable?

He waits for Moreau’s response.

He stiffened slightly at the question. That hadn’t occurred to him. Coming to Javert for help meant.. actual help. Which, in turn, meant having to remove his shirt. No big deal. It was strictly professional.

..Yes. That’s- fine.

Pierre nodded once in confirmation, then shrugged his coat off. He twisted to hang the coat off of the back of the chair and inhaled sharply again at the pain. For god’s sake, the wound was more annoying than it was worrying.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert, with suprising gentleness, unbuttons the fastenings of his shirt and peels it off Moreau’s shoulders.

Damn. It’s pretty ugly looking. Wait for thirty seconds. Do not die.

He goes to rummage in a drawer in an ill-used kitchen. He occasionally glances back at Pierre to check how he is doing.

Pierre sat in rigid silence as Javert went to gather supplies. He would have scoffed in amusement at the “do not die” command had the situation not been as dire.

He felt terribly exposed sitting in the middle of his colleague’s apartment without a shirt. It was suddenly colder now. He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or worse. Worse, perhaps, though that might be from the growing headache. He prayed that stemmed from stress rather than blood loss.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert returns with some first aid supplies and a bottle of strong alcohol. He uncaps it with his teeth before handing it to Moreau.

This should make it hurt less.

He kneels down in front of him due to the lack of a chair and wipes at the injury with a wet cloth, holding the other side of his waist to keep him steady.

Pierre watched as Javert uncapped the bottle with his teeth with mild interest. That was.. strangely attractive to watch. He instantly shoved the thought away. What the hell was he thinking?

You told me you don’t drink,

He murmured, more for his own sake to get his mind off of both the pain and that thought. He then took a drink of the alcohol, deciding it was best to let it dull the pain, if only slightly.

Of course, immediately after he took said drink, Javert’s hand came to hold his waist. Pierre nearly started choking. He managed to swallow the alcohol with a cough following shortly after. Dear lord, he was a mess.

javert-de-letoiles

Sometimes if I have had a physically taxing day — like you have — I will drink myself to sleep. I do not drink for pleasure.

He glances up as he hears the choked noise Pierre makes.

I did not hurt you, did I?

He removes his hand, feeling…disappointed? No, that couldn’t be the right word…

What was he thinking? The man was bleeding out. He had bigger things to worry about.

Javert bandages the wound, wrapping the bandage around Pierre’s stomach, which makes him end up with his arms wrapped around the man’s waist a bit more than he’d probably care for. Surely Javert’s face going red was merely a symptom of stress…right?

Pierre nodded slightly at the mention of Javert drinking himself to sleep. He could understand that. It certainly sounded better than going through this.

N-no. I’m- it’s fine.

He replied through gritted teeth. The lack of a hand on his waist was arguably worse than it initially being placed there..

Javert was warm. Was he always that warm? Or perhaps Pierre was just cold. Losing blood tended to do that to a person. Without truly meaning to, he leant just slightly into that warmth. It was a subconscious thing, wanting to seek that sort of comfort out while feeling increasingly worse.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert adds a few layers of gauze before quickly drawing back, trying to hide how red he’d gone.

That should last you a bit. I would recommend going to Bicêntre later, though. I am no doctor. ….

He avoids Pierre’s gaze.

Can I get you anything.

Of course. I’ll.. do that as soon as I am able.

Pierre murmured, forcing himself to lean back in the chair. His side still hurt like hell, but it was dealt with for the time being.

Ah-.. no. You helping me was quite enough. Thank you. For that.

javert-de-letoiles

I am merely doing my duty.

Do you have a way of getting back to wherever you are staying in this state?

I would walk, but I don’t think that would be very efficient. I’m sure I could hire a cab.

Pierre had briefly considered hiring a cab after being stabbed, but that idea had quickly been scrapped. Given his bleeding wound, the driver would almost certainly ask for more money as a cleaning fee. Money that he simply did not have on him.

javert-de-letoiles

…hmm.

I could sleep on the floor if you wished to stay here.

I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been more than enough help as it is.

Pierre forced himself to his feet and winced.

..I can get a cab. Truly, it’s fine.

javert-de-letoiles

You can barely walk.

I walked here, did I not?

javert-de-letoiles

…I suppose.

Exactly. I am capable of a short walk.

javert-de-letoiles

…Alright…

..Well. Thank you for your help. I greatly appreciate it.

Pierre nodded once to Javert, then picked up his shirt and shrugged it on. He didn’t bother with the waistcoat or coat and simply hung both off of his shoulder. He buttoned his shirt in silence as he started towards the door, too embarrassed to look back.

With his focus primarily on buttoning his shirt and his balance already thrown off, Pierre managed to take a miscalculated step, causing himself to stumble.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert reacts quickly and catches him in his arms before he can hit the floor.

…You’re sure you can walk back?

He isn’t sure whether to fight Moreau again, so he just nervously keeps holding him.

Pierre had fully expected to fall and make a fool of himself. He braced for more pain, but was instead met with arms around him. He looked up at Javert for a few seconds, then quickly averted his gaze in sheer embarrassment.

I-..

He reached up to fix his glasses, staying surprisingly still. Lord have mercy on him.

Perhaps not.

javert-de-letoiles

Take the bed. I insist. I do not need much sleep, anyway.

He rights Moreau without another word and silently points him in the direction of the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment.

Pierre glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then looked back at Javert.

I could not take your bed in good conscience knowing you would be sleeping on the floor.

javert-de-letoiles

You are the injured man. As well as a guest. It would be rude of me not to.

Javert, I-

Pierre glanced towards the bedroom again, then sighed.

…Fine. Since you are hellbent on it.

javert-de-letoiles

Thank you.

Hmph.

He took a step towards the room, then hesitated.

..Thank you for your help. Again.

javert-de-letoiles

Go to sleep. He goes to the kitchen and gets himself a drink. Javert isn’t used to having visitors, let alone friends, at his house. He’s not quite sure what to do.

Occasionally he glances over to where Moreau is lying before quickly averting his eyes.

It took Pierre time to settle. It was one thing to try to sleep comfortably while wounded. It was a completely different thing to sleep in the bed belonging to his colleague (rival turned friend?). That in itself made him feel disquieted.

He couldn’t sleep. The pain and awkward position prevented him from it. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying. He switched from staring up at the ceiling to shutting his eyes in hopes of finally getting rest. Nothing seemed to work, leaving him with his nagging thoughts and painful awareness of Javert somewhat nearby.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert felt himself getting more tired, checking the clock. 2:34 AM. Christ above.

Moreau. Are you asleep yet?

Hearing Javert’s voice came as a surprise. Pierre was snapped from his thoughts, causing him to lift his head.

..No. I’m afraid not.

javert-de-letoiles

…Ah.

Javert sounds exhausted.

Pierre studied Javert the best he could without his glasses. From what little he could make out, he seemed.. less rigid than normal. Tired, perhaps.

Don’t wait up on my behalf. You’re in need of rest just as much as I am.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert wipes his eyes.

You are on the only bed, Monsieur, and you are injured. It would rude of me to….fall…asleep and…

He nearly nods off where he’s sitting before jolting awake.

Christ-! My apologies…

javert-de-letoiles

Moreau knocked on the door twice. Then, still clutching his bleeding side, stepped back to lean against the closest wall. He glanced around as his eyes refused to settle on the door, simply because he didn’t want to stare expectantly and look desperate.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether he had the address right. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he had the address memorized at all. It could have been one from a recent crime for all he knew. Still, regardless of who answered the door, he prayed they would be kind enough to let him in.

- @fishinspecteur

//im here to bother you once more hello!! ^_^ /silly

Javert grumpily opens the door.

Who the blazes has mail to deliver at this hour-

His usually composed face shifts to an expression of shock when he sees Moreau’s state.

Ph-philpp- Moreau? What the devil happened? Come inside, with haste!

He grabs Moreau by the shirt and quickly pulls him inside, without waiting for an answer.

Hearing the door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of Javert’s irritated voice, was a relief. He had at least come to the right place. He looked up at him and opened his mouth to answer the question, then shut it as he was pulled inside. He stumbled, then immediately caught himself.

Apologies for showing up unannounced,

Moreau began quietly as he shifted his weight.

I.. didn’t know where else to go.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert’s apartment is very small and squalid. Aside from a balcony with a shoddy telescope, there isn’t anything personal or special in there. He grabs the only chair in the place and sits Moreau down in it.

Why did you not go to Bicêntre? How bad is it?

Moreau sat without complaint. He was hardly in a position to do so, and he figured it was best not to waste his breath.

Wasn’t sure if I’d make it without collapsing first.

He answered, exhaling sharply after shifting himself just slightly.

I haven’t gotten the chance to look at it, but I don’t imagine it’s good.

Reluctantly, he lifted his hand from the wound and glanced down. The leather glove was slick with blood, causing him to wince. He was no stranger to the sight, though it was different when it was his own.

javert-de-letoiles

Putain de merde, that’s a lot of blood. Where is the injury? I have meagre supplies but supplies nonetheless.

Javert seems genuinely concerned, rather than his usual aloof self.

Pierre, disregarding the blood on his glove, did not verbally answer the question. Instead, he unbuttoned his waistcoat and lifted the side where the wound lay. Beneath the waistcoat was the torn fabric of his shirt, which now stuck to the flesh around wound.

He spared the injury a glance, then looked away from it again.

..I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything better.

javert-de-letoiles

Jesus Christ. Beasts, the lot them. I will probably habe to remove your waistcoat and shirt to take care of it. Is that acceptable?

He waits for Moreau’s response.

He stiffened slightly at the question. That hadn’t occurred to him. Coming to Javert for help meant.. actual help. Which, in turn, meant having to remove his shirt. No big deal. It was strictly professional.

..Yes. That’s- fine.

Pierre nodded once in confirmation, then shrugged his coat off. He twisted to hang the coat off of the back of the chair and inhaled sharply again at the pain. For god’s sake, the wound was more annoying than it was worrying.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert, with suprising gentleness, unbuttons the fastenings of his shirt and peels it off Moreau’s shoulders.

Damn. It’s pretty ugly looking. Wait for thirty seconds. Do not die.

He goes to rummage in a drawer in an ill-used kitchen. He occasionally glances back at Pierre to check how he is doing.

Pierre sat in rigid silence as Javert went to gather supplies. He would have scoffed in amusement at the “do not die” command had the situation not been as dire.

He felt terribly exposed sitting in the middle of his colleague’s apartment without a shirt. It was suddenly colder now. He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or worse. Worse, perhaps, though that might be from the growing headache. He prayed that stemmed from stress rather than blood loss.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert returns with some first aid supplies and a bottle of strong alcohol. He uncaps it with his teeth before handing it to Moreau.

This should make it hurt less.

He kneels down in front of him due to the lack of a chair and wipes at the injury with a wet cloth, holding the other side of his waist to keep him steady.

Pierre watched as Javert uncapped the bottle with his teeth with mild interest. That was.. strangely attractive to watch. He instantly shoved the thought away. What the hell was he thinking?

You told me you don’t drink,

He murmured, more for his own sake to get his mind off of both the pain and that thought. He then took a drink of the alcohol, deciding it was best to let it dull the pain, if only slightly.

Of course, immediately after he took said drink, Javert’s hand came to hold his waist. Pierre nearly started choking. He managed to swallow the alcohol with a cough following shortly after. Dear lord, he was a mess.

javert-de-letoiles

Sometimes if I have had a physically taxing day — like you have — I will drink myself to sleep. I do not drink for pleasure.

He glances up as he hears the choked noise Pierre makes.

I did not hurt you, did I?

He removes his hand, feeling…disappointed? No, that couldn’t be the right word…

What was he thinking? The man was bleeding out. He had bigger things to worry about.

Javert bandages the wound, wrapping the bandage around Pierre’s stomach, which makes him end up with his arms wrapped around the man’s waist a bit more than he’d probably care for. Surely Javert’s face going red was merely a symptom of stress…right?

Pierre nodded slightly at the mention of Javert drinking himself to sleep. He could understand that. It certainly sounded better than going through this.

N-no. I’m- it’s fine.

He replied through gritted teeth. The lack of a hand on his waist was arguably worse than it initially being placed there..

Javert was warm. Was he always that warm? Or perhaps Pierre was just cold. Losing blood tended to do that to a person. Without truly meaning to, he leant just slightly into that warmth. It was a subconscious thing, wanting to seek that sort of comfort out while feeling increasingly worse.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert adds a few layers of gauze before quickly drawing back, trying to hide how red he’d gone.

That should last you a bit. I would recommend going to Bicêntre later, though. I am no doctor. ….

He avoids Pierre’s gaze.

Can I get you anything.

Of course. I’ll.. do that as soon as I am able.

Pierre murmured, forcing himself to lean back in the chair. His side still hurt like hell, but it was dealt with for the time being.

Ah-.. no. You helping me was quite enough. Thank you. For that.

javert-de-letoiles

I am merely doing my duty.

Do you have a way of getting back to wherever you are staying in this state?

I would walk, but I don’t think that would be very efficient. I’m sure I could hire a cab.

Pierre had briefly considered hiring a cab after being stabbed, but that idea had quickly been scrapped. Given his bleeding wound, the driver would almost certainly ask for more money as a cleaning fee. Money that he simply did not have on him.

javert-de-letoiles

…hmm.

I could sleep on the floor if you wished to stay here.

I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been more than enough help as it is.

Pierre forced himself to his feet and winced.

..I can get a cab. Truly, it’s fine.

javert-de-letoiles

You can barely walk.

I walked here, did I not?

javert-de-letoiles

…I suppose.

Exactly. I am capable of a short walk.

javert-de-letoiles

…Alright…

..Well. Thank you for your help. I greatly appreciate it.

Pierre nodded once to Javert, then picked up his shirt and shrugged it on. He didn’t bother with the waistcoat or coat and simply hung both off of his shoulder. He buttoned his shirt in silence as he started towards the door, too embarrassed to look back.

With his focus primarily on buttoning his shirt and his balance already thrown off, Pierre managed to take a miscalculated step, causing himself to stumble.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert reacts quickly and catches him in his arms before he can hit the floor.

…You’re sure you can walk back?

He isn’t sure whether to fight Moreau again, so he just nervously keeps holding him.

Pierre had fully expected to fall and make a fool of himself. He braced for more pain, but was instead met with arms around him. He looked up at Javert for a few seconds, then quickly averted his gaze in sheer embarrassment.

I-..

He reached up to fix his glasses, staying surprisingly still. Lord have mercy on him.

Perhaps not.

javert-de-letoiles

Take the bed. I insist. I do not need much sleep, anyway.

He rights Moreau without another word and silently points him in the direction of the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment.

Pierre glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then looked back at Javert.

I could not take your bed in good conscience knowing you would be sleeping on the floor.

javert-de-letoiles

You are the injured man. As well as a guest. It would be rude of me not to.

Javert, I-

Pierre glanced towards the bedroom again, then sighed.

…Fine. Since you are hellbent on it.

javert-de-letoiles

Thank you.

Hmph.

He took a step towards the room, then hesitated.

..Thank you for your help. Again.

javert-de-letoiles

Go to sleep. He goes to the kitchen and gets himself a drink. Javert isn’t used to having visitors, let alone friends, at his house. He’s not quite sure what to do.

Occasionally he glances over to where Moreau is lying before quickly averting his eyes.

It took Pierre time to settle. It was one thing to try to sleep comfortably while wounded. It was a completely different thing to sleep in the bed belonging to his colleague (rival turned friend?). That in itself made him feel disquieted.

He couldn’t sleep. The pain and awkward position prevented him from it. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying. He switched from staring up at the ceiling to shutting his eyes in hopes of finally getting rest. Nothing seemed to work, leaving him with his nagging thoughts and painful awareness of Javert somewhat nearby.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert felt himself getting more tired, checking the clock. 2:34 AM. Christ above.

Moreau. Are you asleep yet?

Hearing Javert’s voice came as a surprise. Pierre was snapped from his thoughts, causing him to lift his head.

..No. I’m afraid not.

javert-de-letoiles

…Ah.

Javert sounds exhausted.

javert-de-letoiles

Moreau knocked on the door twice. Then, still clutching his bleeding side, stepped back to lean against the closest wall. He glanced around as his eyes refused to settle on the door, simply because he didn’t want to stare expectantly and look desperate.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether he had the address right. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he had the address memorized at all. It could have been one from a recent crime for all he knew. Still, regardless of who answered the door, he prayed they would be kind enough to let him in.

- @fishinspecteur

//im here to bother you once more hello!! ^_^ /silly

Javert grumpily opens the door.

Who the blazes has mail to deliver at this hour-

His usually composed face shifts to an expression of shock when he sees Moreau’s state.

Ph-philpp- Moreau? What the devil happened? Come inside, with haste!

He grabs Moreau by the shirt and quickly pulls him inside, without waiting for an answer.

Hearing the door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of Javert’s irritated voice, was a relief. He had at least come to the right place. He looked up at him and opened his mouth to answer the question, then shut it as he was pulled inside. He stumbled, then immediately caught himself.

Apologies for showing up unannounced,

Moreau began quietly as he shifted his weight.

I.. didn’t know where else to go.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert’s apartment is very small and squalid. Aside from a balcony with a shoddy telescope, there isn’t anything personal or special in there. He grabs the only chair in the place and sits Moreau down in it.

Why did you not go to Bicêntre? How bad is it?

Moreau sat without complaint. He was hardly in a position to do so, and he figured it was best not to waste his breath.

Wasn’t sure if I’d make it without collapsing first.

He answered, exhaling sharply after shifting himself just slightly.

I haven’t gotten the chance to look at it, but I don’t imagine it’s good.

Reluctantly, he lifted his hand from the wound and glanced down. The leather glove was slick with blood, causing him to wince. He was no stranger to the sight, though it was different when it was his own.

javert-de-letoiles

Putain de merde, that’s a lot of blood. Where is the injury? I have meagre supplies but supplies nonetheless.

Javert seems genuinely concerned, rather than his usual aloof self.

Pierre, disregarding the blood on his glove, did not verbally answer the question. Instead, he unbuttoned his waistcoat and lifted the side where the wound lay. Beneath the waistcoat was the torn fabric of his shirt, which now stuck to the flesh around wound.

He spared the injury a glance, then looked away from it again.

..I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything better.

javert-de-letoiles

Jesus Christ. Beasts, the lot them. I will probably habe to remove your waistcoat and shirt to take care of it. Is that acceptable?

He waits for Moreau’s response.

He stiffened slightly at the question. That hadn’t occurred to him. Coming to Javert for help meant.. actual help. Which, in turn, meant having to remove his shirt. No big deal. It was strictly professional.

..Yes. That’s- fine.

Pierre nodded once in confirmation, then shrugged his coat off. He twisted to hang the coat off of the back of the chair and inhaled sharply again at the pain. For god’s sake, the wound was more annoying than it was worrying.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert, with suprising gentleness, unbuttons the fastenings of his shirt and peels it off Moreau’s shoulders.

Damn. It’s pretty ugly looking. Wait for thirty seconds. Do not die.

He goes to rummage in a drawer in an ill-used kitchen. He occasionally glances back at Pierre to check how he is doing.

Pierre sat in rigid silence as Javert went to gather supplies. He would have scoffed in amusement at the “do not die” command had the situation not been as dire.

He felt terribly exposed sitting in the middle of his colleague’s apartment without a shirt. It was suddenly colder now. He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or worse. Worse, perhaps, though that might be from the growing headache. He prayed that stemmed from stress rather than blood loss.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert returns with some first aid supplies and a bottle of strong alcohol. He uncaps it with his teeth before handing it to Moreau.

This should make it hurt less.

He kneels down in front of him due to the lack of a chair and wipes at the injury with a wet cloth, holding the other side of his waist to keep him steady.

Pierre watched as Javert uncapped the bottle with his teeth with mild interest. That was.. strangely attractive to watch. He instantly shoved the thought away. What the hell was he thinking?

You told me you don’t drink,

He murmured, more for his own sake to get his mind off of both the pain and that thought. He then took a drink of the alcohol, deciding it was best to let it dull the pain, if only slightly.

Of course, immediately after he took said drink, Javert’s hand came to hold his waist. Pierre nearly started choking. He managed to swallow the alcohol with a cough following shortly after. Dear lord, he was a mess.

javert-de-letoiles

Sometimes if I have had a physically taxing day — like you have — I will drink myself to sleep. I do not drink for pleasure.

He glances up as he hears the choked noise Pierre makes.

I did not hurt you, did I?

He removes his hand, feeling…disappointed? No, that couldn’t be the right word…

What was he thinking? The man was bleeding out. He had bigger things to worry about.

Javert bandages the wound, wrapping the bandage around Pierre’s stomach, which makes him end up with his arms wrapped around the man’s waist a bit more than he’d probably care for. Surely Javert’s face going red was merely a symptom of stress…right?

Pierre nodded slightly at the mention of Javert drinking himself to sleep. He could understand that. It certainly sounded better than going through this.

N-no. I’m- it’s fine.

He replied through gritted teeth. The lack of a hand on his waist was arguably worse than it initially being placed there..

Javert was warm. Was he always that warm? Or perhaps Pierre was just cold. Losing blood tended to do that to a person. Without truly meaning to, he leant just slightly into that warmth. It was a subconscious thing, wanting to seek that sort of comfort out while feeling increasingly worse.

javert-de-letoiles

Javert adds a few layers of gauze before quickly drawing back, trying to hide how red he’d gone.

That should last you a bit. I would recommend going to Bicêntre later, though. I am no doctor. ….

He avoids Pierre’s gaze.

Can I get you anything.

Of course. I’ll.. do that as soon as I am able.

Pierre murmured, forcing himself to lean back in the chair. His side still hurt like hell, but it was dealt with for the time being.

Ah-.. no. You helping me was quite enough. Thank you. For that.

javert-de-letoiles

I am merely doing my duty.

Do you have a way of getting back to wherever you are staying in this state?

I would walk, but I don’t think that would be very efficient. I’m sure I could hire a cab.

Pierre had briefly considered hiring a cab after being stabbed, but that idea had quickly been scrapped. Given his bleeding wound, the driver would almost certainly ask for more money as a cleaning fee. Money that he simply did not have on him.

javert-de-letoiles

…hmm.

I could sleep on the floor if you wished to stay here.

I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been more than enough help as it is.

Pierre forced himself to his feet and winced.

..I can get a cab. Truly, it’s fine.

javert-de-letoiles

You can barely walk.

I walked here, did I not?

javert-de-letoiles

…I suppose.

Exactly. I am capable of a short walk.

javert-de-letoiles

…Alright…

..Well. Thank you for your help. I greatly appreciate it.

Pierre nodded once to Javert, then picked up his shirt and shrugged it on. He didn’t bother with the waistcoat or coat and simply hung both off of his shoulder. He buttoned his shirt in silence as he started towards the door, too embarrassed to look back.

With his focus primarily on buttoning his shirt and his balance already thrown off, Pierre managed to take a miscalculated step, causing himself to stumble.

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Javert reacts quickly and catches him in his arms before he can hit the floor.

…You’re sure you can walk back?

He isn’t sure whether to fight Moreau again, so he just nervously keeps holding him.

Pierre had fully expected to fall and make a fool of himself. He braced for more pain, but was instead met with arms around him. He looked up at Javert for a few seconds, then quickly averted his gaze in sheer embarrassment.

I-..

He reached up to fix his glasses, staying surprisingly still. Lord have mercy on him.

Perhaps not.

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Take the bed. I insist. I do not need much sleep, anyway.

He rights Moreau without another word and silently points him in the direction of the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at him out of embarrassment.

Pierre glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then looked back at Javert.

I could not take your bed in good conscience knowing you would be sleeping on the floor.

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You are the injured man. As well as a guest. It would be rude of me not to.

Javert, I-

Pierre glanced towards the bedroom again, then sighed.

…Fine. Since you are hellbent on it.

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Thank you.

Hmph.

He took a step towards the room, then hesitated.

..Thank you for your help. Again.

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Go to sleep. He goes to the kitchen and gets himself a drink. Javert isn’t used to having visitors, let alone friends, at his house. He’s not quite sure what to do.

Occasionally he glances over to where Moreau is lying before quickly averting his eyes.

It took Pierre time to settle. It was one thing to try to sleep comfortably while wounded. It was a completely different thing to sleep in the bed belonging to his colleague (rival turned friend?). That in itself made him feel disquieted.

He couldn’t sleep. The pain and awkward position prevented him from it. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying. He switched from staring up at the ceiling to shutting his eyes in hopes of finally getting rest. Nothing seemed to work, leaving him with his nagging thoughts and painful awareness of Javert somewhat nearby.

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Javert felt himself getting more tired, checking the clock. 2:34 AM. Christ above.

Moreau. Are you asleep yet?

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