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[Here is a very squinty look as Combeferre looks out, er... tries to look out at the network, anyway.]

It having been a long several weeks, this may not be the best of times to ask some medically related questions, but I have been getting my headaches...migraines, you call them, in the future, with more frequency since my spectacles were, ah, destroyed in the corridors a while ago by what I think was meant to be a ghost of my...

[What exactly IS Marius to him, right now? Combeferre had never liked the man so much as he had been completely baffled by him, a bafflement that had lead to his giving Marius a cooler reception than he probably deserved, and he had wanted to like the man for a while, even here. That was, up until Eponine, and, while he will not say that Marius should have returned Eponine's love (particularly as that would leave him minus a girlfriend), he does believe that the younger man still ought to be worked harder to be kind to her, and he certainly was annoyed enough with ghost Marius to attack him, anyway. And then, he'd been just plain angry, and, well, it is a complicated situation, he supposes.]

Well, a ghost from my past, I think it suffices to say, and that has really nothing to do with my question. I've been having problems without my spectacles of any rate, and I have been wondering about...is there some way to create a new pair here, or to do the laser procedure I've found mentioned in some of the medical books I have been looking over, lately?

There IS still the method of waiting and seeing if a jump is kind to me, but if it cannot happen, I would be curious if there is anything else that might help me as well.

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[Combeferre IS doing rather a lot of squinting at her, after, looking sort of like he's walked into the dark and then lit up a lantern. And if he's making sure he's kissing Eponine and not the air around her, well, that's kind of all right, isn't it? Or, perhaps not.]

They are a sort of very powerful beam of light. They might do things like act as weapons, but smaller have been used in medicine. To avoid using a scalpel or a knife, which may be a bit more dangerous to a patient. It can be done rather safely, so I've read.

[he's silly. A complete dork, just the way, apparently, she likes them. She places her lips on his eyelids, kissing him there as if that would heal his eyesight.]

How terrible! A light or a knife! Anywhere near such beautiful eyes as yours! It would be a shame if something went awry.

[Oh, if that would, he would quite happily take that sort of a treatment over anything else. As it is, he's sighing quite contentedly as he tugs Eponine closer.]

I WOULD, of course, need to be sure that it is safe, and that someone I trusted was doing such a thing. Anything else would seem quite...well, I should never be able to simply do it without careful consideration.

[Her kisses, unfortunately, were not magic.]

To think that a light could fix eyes! [Her arms are solidly around his neck now and she moves just slightly, so she's less sitting on his lap so much as straddling him, her skirts up around her ankles and knees. Scandalous, right?]

I shall hold your hand as it is done.

[That was rather a pity, actually. Magic kisses seem like such a good idea, after all.]

And more than simply eyes, at that. They can cut through a great deal many things. If it can happen here, I would very much like that, yes.

I shall be there when you close your eyes, and again when you wake.

As though it were not every night I did the same.

Ah, you are, indeed, very good at that, yes.
And I do love that it is possible here.

I do as well.
I always woke alone, before.

[A little different for Combeferre in terms of how he's woken up before, but he does not have to go into specifics when he answers her.]

Ah, I do know what you mean. It can be terrible, can it not?

Even if I slept with someone, I would wake alone.

Yet in sleep, I was not alone.

I suppose we never really are, at that. Many things rushing through the mind, and such? Or becoming the basis of dreams?

But you need never wake alone again, and I shall always try to be with you in sleep, much as I can direct my mind in that direction, anyway.

Yes. Dreams, nightmares. There are a good many of those.

[She drops her head to his shoulder, nestling against his neck.]

I should not like to imagine a world without you in it, now that I know you.

There are those yes. I suppose that there will always be those, for some of us, for those from our Paris. I have some too, myself.

[In turn, he's nuzzling her closer against him.]

No, nor could I without you. It seems so wrong now, doesn't it?

I have not heard you cry out.

[He smells so wonderful. So very... Combeferre.]

Quite. I am so glad I have met you here.

It is better now, with you here. I...sleep easier knowing someone else is near.

[There is a moment where he's cuddling close to her, burying a hand in her hair.]

Hearing you breathe, feeling you at my side. It is a comfort nothing else could be.

I have never slept well. But you, my sweet, make it much better.

You love me so much. [She's in awe of it]

I do, indeed. You have been...

[It's hard to find the exact words now, to describe it, even at this point in time.]

You saved me from myself. And showed me there is still good here, and it is to be found in you. It makes many things better.

Hush. There was nothing you needed saving from.

It was you who saved me.

Even before Enjolras had vanished, I had lost, well, a good deal many things I think I have found again. Most senses of joy and happiness, and my ability to manage anything in this world. It was very like the winter before a brighter spring.

I think that you are spring to me, if that makes sense at all. New life, new happiness. You did more saving than you know.

I would have likened myself to autumn.

But I will be your spring.

In a way, that works as well. Perhaps you are my every season, since I've missed them here. In you, there is a hint of everything that I have missed from home. Maybe you have returned them to me instead, yes?

A season! No, you silly man, I am a girl. I do not bring rain or snow. I certainly do not bring the sun. But if I remind you of those things? I shall let that be.

And who says that you cannot be both of those things, hmm? It is a bit poetic for me, I suppose. And Jehan would likely laugh at my attempts, but you...

[here, he is pausing, and then kissing Eponine.]

You are a world, of possibility and life, and love, and I am fortunate to have and learn all of these things of you. Will that do?

A girl is not a world, my sweet. [But his words have her smiling. Warmth had crept over him since he arrived in her life, her toes never able to sit still in their shoes. Her cheeks seemed to ache from smiling at him.]

Perhaps we, the two of us, together make a world. And in that we will explore together.

I would like that, our own world.

[He's smiling too, sliding an arm around her to draw her close against him.

Somewhere where it might be simply us for a little while. For time to just be.

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