Chapter 10
He set the plate and mug on the chest of drawers by the bed, and hoped Javert would be able to reach them easily. There he hesitated, standing by the bedside. He was forever hesitating over most things in his life it seemed, but especially now, and especially with Javert.
Should he leave and let Javert discover his offerings alone? They had to talk sometime, and the sooner they discussed food, the easier it would be for Jean to make the correct choices. Perhaps it would be too soon, too overwhelming for Javert who had just woken from a deep sleep, to be plied with questions as well as questionable food.
He took too long in his considerations, which ultimately made the decision for him. He heard the bathroom door open and thought it would be worse to try and slip out now, and awkwardly attempt to avoid each other in the hall.
Javert’s expression upon seeing him was one of confusion. His customary expression was a frown, but there were different kinds and subtleties if you knew how to look. Jean had learnt to identify them over the course of his hospital visits.
Confusion only caused a minor furrowing of his brow, his eyebrows pulling down and towards each other. If he was thoughtful, his lips might be pushed into something of a pout. Truly puzzled, his mouth would be slightly pulled to one side, as it was presently.
"I made you lunch," Jean announced lamely, indicating the plate.
"I see." [coverart courtesy of @madmerchant]
