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courfeyrac [les miserables]

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[This is a face that hasn't been seen around camp much since Cosette's birthday party. He's been hiding around camp in various places so people won't find him, actually. This IM finds him hiding out in the forest... A shell of his usual cheerful self.]

Dad and mom are going away for a trip... which means I can see my sisters without seeing them. I'm--

[A pause and he sighs.]

I'm going home for a bit. If anyone wants to come with, you're welcome to it.

[Hover for translation to this terrible google translate:] Je dis les choses moins je ruine en ce moment, le mieux.

[He pauses a moment, like he wants to say more, mouth parted slightly, before he sighs and waves his hand through the rainbow.]

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[Oh no. Oh no he isn't.

Jehan tracks down Courfeyrac and in French:]

Reynaud, what's wrong?

[You can pretty much assume this is perma-French. He's too upset right now to stick with English when someone can understand him in French.]

Homesick.

[Half truth.]

And what is this about messing up? Or did you forget French is my native language?

No, I'm pretty sure I was hoping you'd just leave it.

[He sighs and closes his eyes, leaning back against the tree.]

I won't. What's wrong, Courfeyrac?

I made a stupid fucking mistake and now I'm paying the price...

And it's easier to deal with heartbreak across the sea, with sisters to spoil you and wine to drink.

Heartbreak? Oh, Courfeyrac, what happened?

[Stern to concerned in two seconds. He flops down next to Courf]

Cosette?

[A slight nod of his head.]

Yeah... just... She's too good for me anyways. Never would've worked out in the long run.

Bullshit. You are a wonderful if slightly flighty young man. What happened?

I don't know.

[....... Yes, he was whining, eyes clenching shut as he ignored the flighty comment.]

One moment we're having a blast and then after the party we're arguing and splitting.

[It's Jehan. He loves you, Courf, but you're a butterfly]

Over what? What prompted the argument? It isn't like either of you to just start fighting.

I don't know what prompted it.

[He opens his eyes and looks over at Jehan, fighting back the tears. He swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head.]

It was-- it was so fucking dumb, Jehan. She thinks I want more, or that I expect more... and fuck it, I wouldn't mind but it's not like I was expecting...

[Nope, no tears. Jehan pulls Courfeyrac into a hug, resting his head on the older boy's]

She was scared, do you think? I know that girls can be more nervous about sex than boys...

I told her I'd wait! I just... I don't get what made her so nervous about it suddenly!

[But he's not arguing the hug from Jehan. More like, he's all but clinging to him.]

I really liked her. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

You didn't, cher. I'm not saying you didn't say something that upset her, but she panicked and--maybe she was encouraged by someone, I don't know. Girls are alien to me.

[.... But who would encourage her to think that way??? Courfeyrac's pretty sure he doesn't have a single enemy in camp unless someone's still super pissed about the mistletoe mishap.]

They're alien to all of us... I... Do you think someone said something?

You might have. Who knows, Courfeyrac? That doesn't make this your fault, though.

Of course it's my fault.

How? How is your fault? Even if you said something to make her worry, it takes two to argue and break up. Cosette is just as much at fault for this break up as you are, or she is until I get her side of things at any rate.

Because I should have been more mindful of what I was saying..

And Cosette should have known you better, or a thousand other shoulds. It isn't your fault alone, Courf.

It's just easier if it is, Jehan.

Easier isn't life, though. That would be boring and flat.

Then I'll be fine with this being boring and flat. I'm a fuck up and hurt one of the people that means the most to me. And there's really no way of fixing it.

Reynaud, if I ever hear about you calling yourself a fuck up I will first smack you, then toss you in the lake, and then hug you. You are not a fuck up.

[With a frown Enjolras sends another rainbow to Courfeyrac, continuing on in French.]

What happened?

[Perma-French with the people that understand.]

Fucked up... And homesick-- I miss my sisters.

How did you fuck up?

Got into an argument with your sister--

We broke up.

[He pauses, and this would explain why Cosette was upset... Wait.]

When did you two start going out?

[In the future, when Courfeyrac is feeling better, Enjolras will probably be punching him in the arm for hurting his sister.]

Valentine's...

[Hey now! He didn't mean to! It was the last thing on his mind!]

[Oh. Wow. That's a while now.

Enjolras needs to learn to be more observant.

Right. That's besides the point. He frowns.]

What happened?

[Call it radar, call it blood knowing blood, call it anything you want, but within moments Lydia is off looking for Courfeyrac, taking however long it takes to find him, wherever he might be.]

Hey? [Her tone is many things: gentle, inquiring, worried.]

What's going on? [Automatically, hands go up. Hold hands? Hug? If he wants. Not required, but available.]

[You're getting French, too, since you can understand it, Lyds.]

Hey.

[His voice is small and he doesn't bother opening his eyes as he leans against the tree, but instead holds out one hand.]

Homesick.

[And just like that, her hand fits into his. She slides into French easily.]

We all feel that way sometimes, but I've never seen you this sad about it before.

I just need a break from camp.

[Because word is going to spread like wildfire, he's sure... and he doesn't want to answer a million questions.]

[She blinks at that.] Okay.

[She doesn't believe him, but if he doesn't want to talk, she won't push.]

Is there anything I can do to help? I'm sorry, I should have noticed that you were unhappy.

It's not your fault.

[He sighs and just... squeezes her hand.]

I hurt someone I didn't want to... and I just need to get away.

[Gently,] Did you apologize? Or is space the best thing right now?

You don't have a malicious bone in your body. I'm sure you'll be able to make whomever it is [this won't be a hard guess] understand you weren't trying to be hurtful.

[Feuilly barely knows Courfeyrac, but considering the last time they talked, Courfeyrac was ALSO pretty upset, he knows what seeing the guy like that is like, so he's definitely concerned and sending out an IM.]

Whatever's bugging you, if you need a nuetral party to run stuff by, you've got an ear in me, okay?

Thank you... I really appreciate it.

[A pause and he sighs.]

Just homesick.

[If he keeps telling himself that, it might be true.]

JUST homesick?

[And there's Feuilly starring at him, trying to puzzle that out, because it does seem to be something more.]

I do hope that seeing your family will help with that then. But...if it DOES turn out to be something else...you can tell me anything you know. I don't know any of your friends all that well so it's not like I can go spreading gossip or rumors or anything.

Not just homesick...

[He sighs and shakes his head.]

I don't wanna bug anyone with it. Gossip and rumors are gonna happen, regardless.

[There's a little frown.] You okay, Rey?

Not really.

[At least he can be honest about that much.]

You wanna ....talk, or anything? Shoot things? I dunno.

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