Javert grimaces at the blackened screen, his lower lip jutting straight out and gaping just slightly in the middle. It bestows upon him a rather sour and miserable expression, one of consternation from an unpleasant surprise. Well, he was about to say that he would be home after dusk to take a late supper and give her the details, but now he will just have to assume he will find her with the girl later, either at their modest home or running amok in her laboratory. Yes, neither Naomi nor Javert were the most romantic or publicly gooey couple in that city, but they certainly spoke to each other much more casually and easily than this.
They usually did, in any case. None of these cold exchanges. No absence of farewells.
But rather than worry the Inspector, it simply strikes the wrong chord. It irritates him. He is already exhausted; he does not need a testy wife attempting to teach him a lesson for Father-Above-Knows-What. He does not have the time to consider it at the moment, and it will have to wait until his work for the day is finished.
With a low, irritated snort, Inspector Javert tosses the phone aside, atop his 'completed' pile of signed reports, and returns his attention back to his case notes. His honor, strong sense of duty and slowly growing conscience depended on a resolution to this case, and he will be damned (again) if he were to let this monster slip from his grasp.]
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Javert grimaces at the blackened screen, his lower lip jutting straight out and gaping just slightly in the middle. It bestows upon him a rather sour and miserable expression, one of consternation from an unpleasant surprise. Well, he was about to say that he would be home after dusk to take a late supper and give her the details, but now he will just have to assume he will find her with the girl later, either at their modest home or running amok in her laboratory. Yes, neither Naomi nor Javert were the most romantic or publicly gooey couple in that city, but they certainly spoke to each other much more casually and easily than this.
They usually did, in any case. None of these cold exchanges. No absence of farewells.
But rather than worry the Inspector, it simply strikes the wrong chord. It irritates him. He is already exhausted; he does not need a testy wife attempting to teach him a lesson for Father-Above-Knows-What. He does not have the time to consider it at the moment, and it will have to wait until his work for the day is finished.
With a low, irritated snort, Inspector Javert tosses the phone aside, atop his 'completed' pile of signed reports, and returns his attention back to his case notes. His honor, strong sense of duty and slowly growing conscience depended on a resolution to this case, and he will be damned (again) if he were to let this monster slip from his grasp.]