[For Biffy] Friends and lovers meet

[petit_poete]

Jehan was quite relieved that Ophelia was home, though he still fretted over her recovery. At least she was now just a few floors away, a simple enough trek down to her flat to check on her regularly rather than interminable hours spent in uncomfortable hospital chairs.

More than anything, though, he was worried that she would be the biggest obstacle to her own speedy recovery. His cherie was stubborn and determined at times, and he knew she wouldn't take her convalescence any better than another stubborn and determined friend of his would, so he resolved to check in on her as often as he could manage.

Of course, he still had his own life to lead, with teaching and other friends and duties to do his own share of the housekeeping in his flat, duties that he'd been fairly neglectful of since finding Ophelia pale and bloody near that old building. So he'd forced himself to clean and wash and tidy up before finally allowing himself to all but fly down the stairs to her flat, oblivious to anything but the thought of seeing Ophelia and making sure that she was all right. In fact, so oblivious was he that he nearly collided with the gentleman exiting her door as he approached.

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[modern_alpha]

Immediately, the man smelled familiar. Biffy thought he could match the man's scent to objects in Ophelia's apartment and even see echoes of Ophelia herself. Clearly, they were friends, if not more though it would be rude of him to presume.

"My apologies. I was seeing Miss de Luce for tea," he explained, lest the other man was the type to think Ophelia needed a chaperone. "Are you going up to visit her?"