Almost a year had passed after Javert's attempt and things had only gotten slightly better but they were about to go straight to hell. Javert was walking down the street, head faced down as always, when for some reason he looked up and there in front of him was a man who was about six feet tall, white hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and a familiar face. He looked terrified until he saw Javert's awful condition then worry took over. Javert was frozen and couldn't move or breath or talk he just stood there starring unable to process the information in front of him.
"I… I don't…" After a moment of silence Javert continued a lot more forcefully "You're still alive?"
Valjean looked almost hurt by this and it wasn't like it was polite of Javert t say that. In a moment he put a sympathetic smile on his face and also tried to make sense of this. Javert was supposedly dead and this should have scared him so much more but he felt a strange sense of happiness like seeing on old friend.
"Yes, but I should be the one who is surprised. I was told you were dead and…well I believed it." Valjean wasn't sure of what to do next. He thought Javert would break out the cuffs and arrest him finally.
"Well this has been supremely awkward…" Javert said in distaste then he turned around and started walking away.
"Wait!" Valjean yelled out. Usually he was the one running away.
Javert turned around but he didn't walk back over
"What?" he yelled back. Then he walked back over "What." He said again only this time they were face to face. This was the first time Valjean had seen Javert up close for so long.
"You look horrible…" Valjean noted aloud. Javert frowned and nodded.
"That was kind of a bitchy thing to say." Javert said rather nicely despite the insult.
"I'm sorry. Really I am but… I think we have a lot to talk about why don't you come to my house and we can figure something out I mean I want to say good-bye to everyone obviously and maybe we could have me serve my time another way…oh! Like community service I already do a ton of that and…" Valjean realized he was rambling. He looked at Javert who clearly wasn't listening anymore.
"I'm not arresting you. What part of I jumped into a river so you're free don't you understand?" Javert asked.
"Also I'm not going anywhere with you" He added with even more force. He meant that there wasn't anything to discuss.
Valjean looked at him. Was he delusional? He looked it.
"Ok. I am very aware of the fact that you are letting me go now but I still would like to speak with you. Maybe we could talk about everything and have this whole thing be water under the bridge" The second the words left Valjean's mouth he realized the cruelness of his word choice. Javert didn't seem to notice instead he started walking.
"Where do you live?" He asked.
'What the fuck did I just do?' Javert questioned his sanity. 'I talked with the man for three hours now I'm moving into his house?' he thought. He couldn't for the life of him imagine why he did this 'lack of sleep' he reasoned. Jean Valjean wanted to keep an eye on him because, just like everyone else who knew Javert, he was worried. Samson took the news well and he didn't really question Javert which made him happy because if he had to explain it he would have gone crazy. "There is nothing on earth that we share" Javert remembered saying those very words about him and Valjean and it was true he was merciless and Valjean tried to nurse a prostitute back to health just because her sob story and she had a kid. Javert was brought up and lived completely differently than him and it showed. He can make me live with him but he can't make me like it or even talk to him.