A/N: Again you guys, thanks for the sweet reviews. Welcome new followers. I'm happy to see you here. Today we have a couple that we haven't seen here yet. I don't even think I've used any of the characters in the drabbles before. So today some Joly/Musichetta/Bossuet from Joly's POV. I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: Nope, still not owning Les Mis
He closed the door as soft as he could and tiptoed into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror Joly saw the warningly dark circles under his eyes. He made a mental note to keep an eye on that while brushing his teeth and trying to get in to his pyjama's in the main time.
He'd just came home from a long shift at the hospital. As an intern he already made long hours, but his co-worker was sick and there had been an accident which caused a rush at the emergency department. That made that it was now two o'clock while his shift had officially ended at ten. He washed his face and his hands up until his elbows. He dried of his hands with a paper towel (much more hygienic than a normal towel!) and grabbed some hand sanitizer. When it came to hygiene his motto had always been 'better safe then sorry'.
Spreading the sanitizer between his fingers he walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorpost of the bedroom. In the light of the moon his two lovers were more beautiful than ever. Sound asleep, Bossuet and Musichetta lay close together. Legs intertwined, duvet kicked aside. For a while he enjoyed the view until he noticed how his eyes were harder to open after every blink. So he crossed the room and stepped in to the bed at the empty space next to 'Chetta. He pulled the duvet over the three of them and felt how the woman in the middle shifted closer to him. Joly smiled. It didn't matter how long and tiring his shifts were if he could come home to this, he thought while drifting of to sleep.