ao3feed-courferre:

weretaire:

combeferre sitting alone in the airport with an unexpected six hour flight delay knowing full and well that he’s going to have to spend the night in the terminal with no other options but to simply wait in one of the most uncomfortable chairs he’s ever had the misfortune of sitting in. his glasses are slumped on the bridge of his nose and he’s trying to focus on the words in the academic journal he brought with him but it does no good to pass the time

courfeyrac approaching with the largest cup of coffee that the airport can provide, smiling like a ray of sunshine despite the fact he too has tickets for the same delayed flight. “is this spot taken?” he would ask, looking at the seat next to combeferre. while there are plenty of other spots available in the terminal lobby, combeferre just shakes his head and shuffles over some to let courfeyrac sit next to him. plus, how can he resist someone who can manage to smile like that at 1 AM?

courfeyrac introducing himself with ease and pointing out that combeferre has a tricolor bow on his bag and he does as well! combeferre meanwhile most definitely can’t focus on his journal at this point and the two end up talking for a good three hours (half of the time it’s ranting about the inconsistencies of flight schedules and the rest about a little bit of everything)

combeferre’s yawning becoming more and more frequent as time passes and he slowly dozes off as courfeyrac is talking. courfeyrac responding immediately by slowly letting combeferre lay his head down on his shoulder (being very careful to move him so he doesn’t wake up) and placing his jacket on combeferre as a makeshift blanket

#combeferre then wakes up and nearly sits up very quickly but courfeyrac i sleeping back against him #and he can’t bring himself to wake him up #so he instead glances at his watch but for a moment before cozying down back against the man with a contagious personality #and you can bet your bottom dollar that when they get on the plane they can’t stop looking at each other #ugh (via weretaire)