Email to R:

[jamesmcginty]

To: AGrandError [@] ParisU

Be safe.

My house is always open to you. Someone kicked in Damian's door and he's a wreck. I would really like to have you here, no matter how late, so I know you're okay.

Love,
J

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[etre_libre]

Combeferre does hear the argument, and that's causing him to stir. He's appreciated the help a LOT, considering everything that's gone on for the last night. Jehan's...he's not letting himself think about the fact that the guard decided to let them know they had him, and is stuck wondering what the idiot was even THINKING trying to cross the lines, he hasn't seen Enjolras in forever, Joly's handling the streets and bringing people through where he can, at a fairly steady rate, but HE hasn't been back in a while, they have Bahorel, unconscious and pale, in the back, several people he's seen at larger meetings but not had time to talk to have fallen, and the last news from the other barricades, brought by people who'd been dragged here were...not good either.

He'd been about to collapse when the help came through, but now, NOW, after a little bit of rest, most of it fairly fitful, though he'd tried, he's jumping up at the sound, sure something is going on, and hurrying over to James as he does.

"What do we have?" He asks, looking grateful, even if he isn't wasting the words.

[jamesmcginty]

James offers him a tin cup. "Coffee. It's not particularly hot, but someone started some. I'm not sure on what's going on." He frowns, glancing up the stairs and out the door of the basement that's been appropriated. "I believe I heard Mr. Enjolras out there. Are you hungry? Someone roasted potatoes."

He'd mention they weren't particularly amazing potatoes, but - well, food first, quality later, right?

[etre_libre]

"You heard him?"That's getting a deep sigh of relief and Combeferre looks especially relieved. "That's good. That's really good. Joly's been coming back and forth...did he bring anybody through I needed to see?" He's more concerned about major injuries at this point. Even things like breaks, he can't do much for anyway. There's other things he wants to reserve the medicine stores he has for.

"You should be the one eating." he says in answer. "You look like you've been through a war." And then the irony of that strikes him and he snorts. "Bad choice of words, I apologize."

[jamesmcginty]

"It's - well, the war's been through me, and I've been trying to duck," James smiles slightly and drains his own cup. "Do you want to go up? I checked someone's stitches and scolded them, brought some water around, and checked on the guy with the fever. It doesn't seem to be getting worse. I'm not -"

He picks up his phone. "No one's expecting me back and - well - anyone who'd want me would probably be messaging me this way."

He looks tired and like he probably didn't eat enough. The cuffs of his trousers are a little damp, and he's wearing a coat with a patch that - probably says it's the one he was shot in. Probably hedging his bets.

[etre_libre]

"I should, if only for a moment, find out the situation there." Combeferre doesn't quite want to see how much worse it is, but well, if they need anyone moved from near the vicinty, better it's him and now than waiting for someone who can be spared.

"I'm not sure how they have ammunition at this point." he adds, sighing. "We had to go with older models, off market to avoid suspicion, but even SO..." Even so, it's a lot heavier of an assault than they'd predicted. "I wonder if...when I get back, unless something's really happened, I'm digging out everything unnecessary they can melt. I'm sure I have a few things gathering dust. And you're taking at least a break."

[jamesmcginty]

"Not really inclined - nothing against -" He gestures up at what's upstairs. "The wounded, I'm willing to step out for, but not that. Call me whatever you want."

He takes a shaky breath. "I . . . Damian's door got kicked in. Last night. He stepped out and had to wait a while, and apparently a crowd went through the apartments. I helped patch it up. Enough, at least, and then there was an officer knocking on it."

He shouldn't pick up the phone again. "And R and my cousin haven't checked in."

[etre_libre]

"That changes everything." Combeferre says to the last, his mind rushing towards what he would probably do if he stopped hearing Courfeyrac. Enjolras had been awful enough not to spot but that? Pretty awful. And Damien...

He's grabbing for his own phone straight away, tapping out a quick message for Joly. "I'll have Joly keep an eye out for the both of them at least, and the people he's got with him. We can probably get it through to just about everyone. Enjolras has the contacts for the leaders at the other barricades too. At least one's fallen, earlier this morning, but..."

But there are still others left and they can cover more ground there. "I'll ask Feuilly too, he'd probably gravitate there. And if anyone else turns up anything, I'll let you know. You should probably get home yourself." He adds, doctor mode taking over. "We have some guard uniforms through the back, in case people need to get away and not be stopped. No one would think anything of that."

[jamesmcginty]

James nods. "I believe Damian's all right. I just haven't heard from him. And it's Officer Javert. The man's never - I don't like him, but he's never been awful."

He stretches his back. "I'll see how it looks. It looked quiet out there earlier, but I'll try and be careful." He frowns and then slides his phone over. "If it gets bad again, let me know?"

[etre_libre]

"Ugh that" Combeferre's not a fan either, not considering a lot of things he knows about the man. "He HAS helped a few of us, a few times when we weren't in open rebellion. Enjolras was mugged once and he didn't stop, Courfeyrac's had...I have no idea but they can stand each other...and he's a valuable hostage if we want Jehan back. But..." and it's a heavy one. "Someone's going to say something he can't ignore soon enough, he's going to snap back and then they'll be clubbing him with table legs and...Keeping him was not the best idea. It was the ONLY one but they're going to turn him into a martyr..." He shakes his head.

"But no, I should have it in hand, but I appreciate the offer. And yes, of course."

[jamesmcginty]

James gingerly pats his shoulder. "Be safe." He tucks his phone away and straightens his coat. "Right - I guess I'm off to pretend to be almost the shortest guard ever. Since I don't have Tom along."

He's more than happy to shed the disguise, to be honest. It's cooled down a little, but there's no breeze at all right now. He'd be tempted to strip down to an under shirt or just sleep in the bathtub.