Courf is scared of heights, pass it on! ~Les mis secret santa
Okay, so one day Les Amis decide to play tourists in Paris because they’re bored and the weather is just right, and of course, when you’re a tourist in Paris you have to see the Eiffel tower.
Courf starts to shake already when they’re just standing in line, waiting for their tickets. Look, it’s really nice and impressive to look at … but … from the ground, okay … it’s nice from the ground.
“You don’t have to,” the others tell him, “We don’t have to.” Joly is looking at him with a soft smile, and Marius takes his hand, and they’re so nice. But. But he’s not one to spoil the fun for others, so he breathes deep, and goes.
It’ll be all right, right?
They decided to take the stairs for the first part, not the elevator, and Courf is dying. He’s shaking and breathing too fast and thinking no, no, no. Thinking, I’m gonna die. Thinking, I’m gonna fall and I’m gonna crash and break and die.
(It’s too much.)
“Courf!” Someone is grabbing his shoulder, someone is saying his name.
(Too much, too much, too much.)
(I’m gonna die.)
It’s Combeferre who gets him out of it. Combeferre’s bone-crashing hug that takes him back from the place in his mind he’s fled to, Combeferre’s fingers in his hair and on his cheeks and his smile and his eyes and his voice that tells him that everything is fine. Combeferre, who grabs his hand and guides him down, away from the others and away from the steel construction and away from the feeling of lying crashed on the ground.
They’re standing under the Eiffel Tower and Courfeyrac is smiling for the first time.
He’s tucking his head in the crook of Combeferre’s shoulder. Combeferre puts his arm around him and hugs him close.
“You know, I always have my head in the stars. It’s probably good that at least one of us is staying on the ground.”