Phantom faces at the window

I'm sure this joke has been beaten to death by now, but I just couldn't help myself because I am perversely adept at ruining poignant moments.

Or Erik is, at least.

Poor Christine. Minding her own business when all of a sudden Erik's standing behind her breathing through his mouth and going, "I have not seen you for approximately seven point four seconds and consequently I deduced that you had been maimed by dingoes. Are you quite alright, my dear? Shall I pour you some tea? I do hope the dingoes did not injure you too severely. They are notoriously vicious. We must make a conscious effort to avoid similar accidents in the future, and therefore I shall now duct tape myself to you so as to ensure your continued safety."

Marius is going to need a serious dose of Dr. Phil.

Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo.
Eddie Redmayne's cute lil' face belongs to Eddie Redmayne.
Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux.
Erik's disregard for personal space belongs in a medical casebook.