Joly blinks at Combeferre in surprise and, yes, to keep back tears.
And then he starts giggling. It soon turns into full laughter, as it often does with him, and then he iscrying , too, and still laughing, and then that turns into hiccups, and he's having to hold himself up with one hand on the café counter and one arm over Combeferre's shoulders, trying to talk past giggles and his own treacherous hiccups.
"You-!- you make us sound so far gone-!"
...Well, they are dead, of course. But somehow thinking of that only makes Joly want to start in laughing again. He manages to fight it down to a smile. He lifts his hand off that count to wave at the Corinthe in general. "We made it-!- made it here, didn't we? " And their old Corinthe being this lovely little café is almost as much a testament to resurrection as their own presence. Though Joly has no idea how to say that in front of Matelote.
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Date: 2 Mar 2015 07:45 (UTC)And then he starts giggling. It soon turns into full laughter, as it often does with him, and then he iscrying , too, and still laughing, and then that turns into hiccups, and he's having to hold himself up with one hand on the café counter and one arm over Combeferre's shoulders, trying to talk past giggles and his own treacherous hiccups.
"You-!- you make us sound so far gone-!"
...Well, they are dead, of course. But somehow thinking of that only makes Joly want to start in laughing again. He manages to fight it down to a smile. He lifts his hand off that count to wave at the Corinthe in general. "We made it-!- made it here, didn't we? " And their old Corinthe being this lovely little café is almost as much a testament to resurrection as their own presence. Though Joly has no idea how to say that in front of Matelote.