Christmas Day, for those young men whose families were too distant to visit, culminated in Prouvaire's reading from the gospels in their original Greek after dinner. They thanked him pensively and went on their way, but Combeferre caught his arm as he would have left. "Thank you again, Jehan. It was most moving."
Jehan smiled, dropping his gaze. "It was not my reading, but the subject, I am sure."
"It was both, I assure you." Combeferre squeezed his shoulder, hesitated a moment, and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."
Jehan blushed and returned the kiss gently. "It was wholly my pleasure."
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