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[thereistheduck]

"To invite Marcel over is to invite an end to the couch's usefulness; because he'll toss himself onto it, face first, and refuse to be peeled off until after he's whined about absolutely every single one of his relationship problems." Which, as they involved one of Alex's friends... "...Or lack thereof."

A smile, warm but curt, and he tipped his head up to get him in better view, a bit of hair falling loose. A brow raised a little, in time with the tilt of his lips and was gone just as fast.

"Are you prudish? Your vocabulary would suggest otherwise." Among other things. "If you're going to be rough, move onto my shoulders, won't you?" Suggested, putting aside the newspaper with a double-fold, replacing it onto his desk.

[onewordmore]

Alexis nodded knowingly, as Jehan was not one for an easy relationship, forbidden or otherwise. The younger thief knew how to keep himself entertained, to say the least. "You are lucky that he only steals the utility of your couch; I've known others far more dastardly who have claimed the entirety of bedrooms, closets and all."

A gentle sloping of shoulders. "I cannot speak for the journalist, whose words are mightier than his actions."

He moved his hands obediently to Rene's shoulders, though not without first pressing that last knot out with an extra wicked click.

"As for myself? I prefer to think actions speak louder than any artfully crafted word."

[thereistheduck]

"I think he's long since given up on the closet, to be honest."

Came the easy retort, amused by his formality of speechE (especially for someone who claimed action before words.) Before, with a hiss, he squinted at both the noise and the sensation of that knot dissipating. Ouch.

"I'd prefer thinking put ahead of both. Think before you speak, think before you act. A lesson worth learning."

For this one here? Most definitely.

[onewordmore]

Poor Marcel. "He, too, is lucky, then."

Didn't mean Alexis couldn't still be beautiful with words. He smirked at the pained response only long enough to pull his hands back in to kindly massage out the soreness there again in slight apology.

There are eyes rolled there, for the chiding tone is obvious enough. "Sometimes thoughts cloud our minds far better than they illuminate them; it is something you must have learned at least once during your time pursuing us."

Me, really, he meant.

[thereistheduck]

"Better the cloud than the storm, one might say. Thinking never got a man killed, unless he did it too loudly." A little ghost of a smile here, mildly teasing; after all, some of the philosophers he most respected fell into the category of being killed for their revolutionary thoughts.

Giving an appreciative hum at the more soothing touch, he closed his eyes, relaxing finally.

"Let's talk about something less emphatically illegal. If you please."

[onewordmore]

"Better drown out that storm at the top of our lungs then." With a wry smile back. The martyr before the cynic, action over inaction; who could sit by and twiddle their thumbs in the midst of all this?

Kinder, then, with his massage, as Alexis's long fingers ran through Rene's hair.

He tugged lightly on that chestnut brown to tilt the other's head back a bit. Smiling down at him fondly. "Demanding today, aren't we?"

[thereistheduck]

"I did say please." He reminded, tone calm and even. That was the medical graduate in him, rather than the interrogator. His bedside manner had always been leaps better than his grilling methods, and there was a sort of very low melody to his voice; he almost never raised it, almost never became impassioned in his speech (but for when something truly delighted him; and then he was speaking more to himself than anyone who might be listening.)

"Two lions roaring only manage to drown out any points in the argument, Alex. Eventually, yell loud enough, and two adversaries sounds exactly the same." Cautioned, peeking an eye up at him, as his head had been tilted back again. "And for the record, you're a little overbearing today."

Said with a kind edge; he didn't mind. He liked the other man's passion, even if he did find it sometimes worrisome. Just like he likes his massages, even if they were sometimes painful.

[onewordmore]

And it must be said that Alexis had the tendency to surround himself with people who also spoke prettily, and he very much liked it that way, too.

"Mmm," was all he would get by way of a response, however, and a continued massage, albeit one that was slightly distracted, if relaxing.

Alexis had been a little more on edge lately, especially since they were nearing the end of the initial phases, since the subsequent ones were to be far more dangerous -- even more so now that there were non-Blonds involved, as well. It was easy to be branded an apologist and treated just as badly, and Rene did not need that in his life.

"Sorry, cher. There's been a lot on my mind lately."

[thereistheduck]

"There's always a lot on your mind, and you do not have to apologize to me about it."

He assured. Rather, he'd prefer if Enjolras shared it, though he would never press for it. If that came, it would come in its own good time, and that would be that. In the meanwhile, he would stay where he was, and they would be like this; on the edge of something great and terrible, with their own complimentary thoughts and actions put to the test.

Besides...

"How could I complain? I did say I admired the thinker more than the doer." So having a lot on his mind made perfect sense. It was better than having a lot on his plate. It meant a lull, for now.

[onewordmore]

He appreciated that most in Rene, his patience and his accepting nature. The longer Alexis stayed near him, the calmer he became; the AMIS detective complemented him well, even if he did not want to admit that the other was right on occasion and usually still moved of his own accord.

The last heist, even, had felt stale, didn't quite give him the usual rush; it was far too easy and hadn't accomplished much. That had had much to do with Rene's influence, really. The thinking, the planning, the worrying, really, which changed a lot about how Alexis viewed his own significance as both public figures -- celebrated Blondist journalist, and dangerous extremist their extraordinaire.

It was always Enjolras or Vir; it was never just Alexis anymore -- except with Rene, sometimes Jehan.

Quietly, "It'll be one more, maybe two, just to make sure. And then we wait."

He paused in both speech and massage. "It'll be safer then, for a little bit; you won't need to worry quite as much."

That false peace would not last for long, though. But hopefully Alexis would be able to get Rene out of there in time.

[thereistheduck]

That earned a soft snort, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Safer, for a bit? No, Alex would toss himself into harm's way again, with and for good cause. Combeferre wasn't fooled by the eye of the storm.

And if he meant safer for himself?

"You won't be getting rid of me so easily."

He assured. He planned to quit the force, at this rate. To take up a medical position, at a volunteer hospital. Then he could be free with his opinions, and go to arms with Alex and the others.

There was really no alternative.

"And I will always worry. For you especially. But you may be the one who needs it least; I know you don't plan lightly."

[onewordmore]

The alternative would be to stand down and allow Alexis's plan to pass.

That is to say, Vir's plan.

"And for that I will always be grateful, Rene." A kiss to the top of his head.

[thereistheduck]

"Well, no one is asking you to say thank you; it's the right thing to do, even if I don't agree with how you go about it. You, that kid--" For safety's sake, always, he didn't name names. Not even within his own apartment, after seeing how easily it was broken into, tapped into. "--even that crazed one, with the uh-- hair. That does the thing. All three of you are up for who will take the fall for this. All of it. You naturally assume it will be you... I just wonder if you've prepared for the alternative?" He was so moral, in his own way; Rene didn't think he could prepare for it, not being the final martyr.

[onewordmore]

It wasn't even an option. As much as he would love to pin everything on let him take the fall for everything that transpired, there was no glory in knowing that the man would be given far more credit than he was worth -- especially after all the torment he continued to bring upon all of them. No amount of punishment dealt to him by the government would change any of that, either.

And Jehan… Alexis wouldn't be able to bear it, seeing his young friend in such bindings; he was a freer spirit than even himself, and he would never wish something like that upon such a good friend.

It was only logical that it be him. He was Vir.

"So much for 'less emphatically illegal'?" he teased lightly in response.

[thereistheduck]

"So much for that." He agreed, with the barest of smiles, sitting properly now, all tepid consideration and thought that left his now-opened eye mildly narrowed. Then, he blinked and shook his head.

"You know, they can make anyone Vir. Anyone. If they find out it's you, and you're ready to own it? They'll apprehend you, sure. And from behind bars, they'll have you watch someone else take the public fall. It's not the police; that isn't how we operate. That's all government. Media, falsified evidence..." His voice was soft, light. He didn't want it traveling far past Alex's ears. "So think about it. Getting caught won't work to anyone's advantage."

[onewordmore]

Sliding into the chair next to Rene, Alexis set his eyes and fingers lightly upon the article just where it spoke of his name.

As usual, he had a good point; it was easy to forget that those in his father's world were not the sort to be beneath stealing even this moment from him. They had certainly done worse in his youth; the chemical smell of hair salons still made him viscerally ill even after all these years.

His voice was soft in turn. "I'll figure something out."

[thereistheduck]

"I don't doubt it."

He just doubted it would be enough. That it wouldn't ruin him... and others.

And that he wouldn't think it was worth it, even if it did not accomplish anything. Effort, above inacton.

"...So. Chinese, you said?"

[onewordmore]

Leaning back in the chair and letting go of the topic at last; Rene had That Face on, and they weren't going to get into how infuriatingly correct he was.

"No beef this time, though; it was questionably mushy last time. Poultry maybe?"

[thereistheduck]

"Not duck."

He chimed in, giving him That Face Redux.

"I mean it. Fried dumplings, maybe? Pork. And vegetable something... lo mein? Fried rice? I don't know, surprise me."

He reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet, handing it up to him.

A beat.

"Not Duck, Alex."

[onewordmore]

Holding onto the wallet so that their fingers were touching, Alexis gave him a smile halfway between mischievous and innocent.

"But Ne, they're famous for their duck…" All the teasing. Forever.

Except he was hungry, so he leaned forward and gave Rene a peck on the lips and released the wallet (and Rene's fingers) entirely before leaning back in his chair again, only a credit card and cell phone in each hand.

"Fine. No duck."

[thereistheduck]

Rene rolled his eyes slightly. Robbed of two letters and two of his minutes. What had he gotten into?

"I will go rogue and order pizza. Mark my words. No duck. Good luck."

[onewordmore]

Grinning just a little, Alexis stood and sauntered over to the kitchen to order, running the card between his fingers on a single hand like one would a coin or pen. Totally showing off.

The slightly muffled order could be heard through the open area: vegetable lo mein, fried pork dumplings, and duck with garlic sauce. … Oh, did he say duck? He meant chicken; sorry about that! Yes, that would be by card.

[thereistheduck]

And yes, that is a book, aimed right for the back of your head, sailing your way. And the absolute most indignant look, followed by a suffering sigh and head in his hands.

If they did bring the duck, so help him God...

He'd sit in his study and read all night, drinking only black coffee, and suddenly finding himself very busy.

[onewordmore]

The most effortless sidestep to allow it to sail past, but, as if in afterthought, a graceful bend to catch the book before it splayed and crimped its pages on the floor.

"Twenty-five minutes?" Eyeing the book now as he turned. Looking back up at Rene, mouthed almost poutily, "Rousseau, really?" Back at the phone, "Yes, that'd be perfect, thank you. And please-- make sure it's chicken, not duck. Thanks!"

When he'd reentered the dining area, Alexis set the phone by Rene's elbow and called out, "Rude."

[thereistheduck]

"Yes, you were. I'm glad the book had its effect on your conscience."

Noted, even if he was a little incorrigible in the way he'd grasped it out of the air, as if he were the duck, and the book... the book, whatever ducks ate.

Okay, no more ducks. He was getting senselessly frustrated by their frequency in the conversation and thought processes of the last five minutes.

"Rousseau. Really."