All the Children
Joly watches Prouvaire on the barricades, frowning a little, aware of something wrong in the face of the boy. His hair is caught by a late breeze, tossed back, and he stands staring up at the sky, and all in all, it seems like a stance that Enjolras might have taken on, save that it's incorrectly sad.
He steps forward and rests a hand on Prouvaire's shoulder, feeling the poet turn beneath it.
"Jehan..." he pauses, "how old are you really?"
Prouvaire looks frightened, almost; his face looks younger. "Why?"
"Just tell me."
"Go back home, Jehan."
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