VIRAGO ART CHALLENGE: Day 21
Within a half hour we were sitting around sipping coffee quite comfortably, both in nightshirts, and he with the addition of his old dressing-gown, a patched bit of green velour that never seemed to get thrown out whenever he did housecleaning. He had offered me his armchair, but I preferred the bed, and I sat there cross-legged with my back leaning against the wall. We were silent, perfectly companionable, and I had the satisfaction of seeing him truly relaxed, lounging in his armchair with his feet up on his desk, pipe in one hand and coffee in the other. As his commander, I had the greatest appreciation for his exactitude, but as his friend, I took the greatest pleasure in these rare unguarded moments when he took no notice of how wild his hair was, how indecent his clothing might be, how broadly he laughed and how colorfully he cursed.
A typical hangout at Combeferre’s place. Enjolras has a distinct lack of “decency” in these hangouts, though I think Combeferre is too much of a gentleman to point it out. ;)