Happy Birthday!

[m_the_inspector]

Javert had woken up early to deliver Valjean's birthday gift. Sneaking past the sleeping man had been difficult; being on edge for most of one's life lends itself to a light sleep. Fortunately, the Opera had run later than they expected the night before, leaving Valjean exhausted enough to get a proper rest and Javert with an opportunity. Now, he

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[msieur_leblanc]

Valjean sat up quickly, startled. "What?" he muttered, running a hand over his face and yawning.

[m_the_inspector]

From behind his back, Javrt produced out a small box wrapped in newspaper. "It's Saturday, Monsieur. Your birthday," he said quietly, offering the gift.

Right one.

[msieur_leblanc]

"You shouldn't have..." Valjean mumbled. "It's not important." Still, he took the box and unwrapped it. "Oh my," he breathed.

[m_the_inspector]

"I know enough tradition to..." Javert does not finish the sentence; Valjean's eyes are fixed in an unreadable expression. Better not to speak and simply let things work themselves out. If he resents the implications, at least he'll be enough of a gentleman to let you stay.