Offer me sense, offer me peace
@thelogicaletiennecombeferre
Valentin entered the cafe swiftly, moving through the small gathered crowds briskly and moving on to the back rooms where he deposited his books on a free table, already loosening his cravat and reaching into his satchel for his notes and writing instruments. There was a lot to do. Several articles that he needed to polish as well as a speech to work on and a couple of rather important assignments - all in all a full evening and probably a full night.Â
His brow creased slightly as he laid out the two articles and started flipping swiftly through the more pertinent of the volumes he had brought with him. They had been working hard lately and there had been precious little to show for it. He was concerned for Feuilly, who’s working situation was swiftly becoming untenable and dammit though his friends didn’t always expect him to notice things like that, he did. He paid attention for all that Grantaire would insist upon comparing him to various marble effigies. In general they were holding, but sometimes Valentin was concerned that there were stressors, cracks in their foundation that he was not paying appropriate attention to.Â
