Javert has spent the last three days in a state of numb disbelief. He has left his room only to work at the forge - which he does in complete silence - pray in the room being used as a chapel, and procure some basic food. He only comes downstairs tonight because he can no longer stand the silence; if the numbness wears off when he is alone, he is afraid of what he might think of.
He sits right in front of the Observation Window. This might not be immediately recognisable as odd to anyone who was not here when he arrived, but there it is. He is also dressed...well. Even when returning to the bar from working, be it in the forge or on the church, Javert is always neat. His clothes may be scuffed and dirty, but they are tucked in, his cravat is placed just so, his waistcoat buttoned. Tonight...his cravat is off-centre, and the knot is loose. The lower button of his waistcoat is unfastened, and his belt buckle sits to the side. Small things perhaps, to anyone who is not Javert.
There is also a bottle of wine on the table. It is open, and the glass is in his hand. There are no qualms about drinking tonight, it seems.
[OOC: Apologies if he's less than forthcoming and/or rude. He's stressed. :\ Open until tomorrow evening for new threads, then slowtime. <3
Annnd, must slowtime for sleep. Thanks, all! <3 <3 <3]