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Jean Valjean could not sleep.
Where in the ever loving Lord was Javert at this ungodly hour? He glanced at the clock on the bedside, it marked 4:00 am, Valjean sighed in annoyance, grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the one he was looking for.
He didn’t like the fact that his first thought was that Javert was probably off getting drunk somewhere. He didn’t like that Javert drank so much, and he had warned him that their relationship -or whatever it is they had at the moment, Valjean wasn’t really sure what it was, but it involved quite a lot of kissing and clumsy cuddling- would not progress if Javert kept going out with his friends and getting obscenely drunk, so he’d told him he had to either quit the tequila or quit him, and sadly, he wasn’t seeing any improvement in Javert, he wasn’t even trying, it was like he didn’t even want them to be together or something.
The phone rang three times before it was answered by Javert, who sounded odd, Valjean got even angrier.
“Hello?”
“Where the devil are you? It’s four in the morning!”
“Right here...” Javert said, matter-of-factly.
“Right here WHERE? Right here at the bar? Or right here over at some house getting wasted?”
“No, right here in bed, next to you.”
Valjean turned around, indeed, Javert was right next to him, glaring daggers at him, holding his phone against his ear, the same way Valjean did.
“Well...” The older man said, hanging up the phone and tossing it away. “You better go to sleep because it’s VERY late!”
Javert glared at his significant other, had he still held a vicious grudge against the man he would have probably seized his neck and squeezed it really hard, but as it was, the only thing he could do was sigh and go back to sleep.
IF he could go back to sleep after being waken up at four in the morning when it had been obvious that he stayed there that night.
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Wouldn't want any accidents xD