To catch Courfeyrac unguarded was a remarkably rare feat. He always had a quip or comment to hand, always ended up seeming unruffled by even the most unexpected turns of events.
But it could be done. As when Joly arrived a day early from a lengthy trip home and presented himself at the Café Musain: Courfeyrac leapt to his feet in undisguised delight and seized him by the shoulders and kissed both his cheeks.
Ah thank you!
Joly and Courfeyrac were friends from the start–of course they were, who wouldn’t be friends with Joly or Courfeyrac?– but they actually had a rough patch right at first, though you’d have to have known them both well to realize it was a rough patch, because hey, they got along, they had fun, they never minded each other’s company…but there were a few awkward lags in conversation, the odd joke failed between them, just all kinds of little missed conversational exchanges and moments that didn’t quite sync. And it drove them both up the wall, because hey, they liked the other person! That was clearly a good friendly person! He was friends with their friends! What is going on.