[Hattie's story had him thrown for any number of reasons, of course, but he's never been the kind of person to interrupt. He'd stayed quiet and let her tell him how things had played out, how she'd been with Eponine when the bullet had torn through her. How she'd held her. There was a lot to be confused by in that story- the chronology, the time shifts, the discrepancies in deaths- but that's not what stops Warsman first and foremost. What does make him stop and stare is just how deeply it's obviously affected Hattie.
He's no magician. Trying to say something in the short time it took them to get to the hospital would have been futile. But when Hattie had finished what almost seemed to her to be a confession he'd silently, simply, put his hand over hers and left it there for some time.
Seeing Eponine in person only seems to have rattled her all the more- which means that, now that they're in, he's going to have to do some of the talking to start with. Fortunately, it's a little easier to get the words out when Warsman sees Eponine's reaction to their arrival; his eyes soften into a smile immediately and he puts the bags down by the bed so that he can approach her and, a little hesitantly, put a hand on her shoulder.]
This is real right now. At least, I hope it is. [There's a tentative pause and then he sits down by the bed, suddenly feeling very large and ungainly next to the girl's almost ethereal figure.] I don't think anyone's expecting you to clean anything just yet.
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He's no magician. Trying to say something in the short time it took them to get to the hospital would have been futile. But when Hattie had finished what almost seemed to her to be a confession he'd silently, simply, put his hand over hers and left it there for some time.
Seeing Eponine in person only seems to have rattled her all the more- which means that, now that they're in, he's going to have to do some of the talking to start with. Fortunately, it's a little easier to get the words out when Warsman sees Eponine's reaction to their arrival; his eyes soften into a smile immediately and he puts the bags down by the bed so that he can approach her and, a little hesitantly, put a hand on her shoulder.]
This is real right now. At least, I hope it is. [There's a tentative pause and then he sits down by the bed, suddenly feeling very large and ungainly next to the girl's almost ethereal figure.] I don't think anyone's expecting you to clean anything just yet.