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starvedorestes[ It was easy to assume things; but it was not so easy to forget them. Assumptions were what had gotten them into this trouble in the first place. Assumptions made by Courfeyrac, and then assumptions made by Enjolras himself, based on misinformation- and even perhaps lies.
But were they lies? Something was strange- so much was strange, to a point that he could not properly put his finger on what had changed or how between himself and the cynic. Only that it most certainly had, and now there seemed to be no going back. No matter how Enjolras approached this, he seemed at a loss. The only answer he had found thus far was anger, and this did not sooth him. It only made everything feel that much more complicated.
They had agreed that this would put an end to it. But what did that even mean? An end to- to what?
This was Courfeyrac's fault. If he had simply never said anything, none of this would have ever happened. Enjolras would have never confronted Grantaire- would have never stolen that kiss.
Thinking about the kiss made his face heat, and he scrubbed at it with his hand, trying to force it down. Grantaire was due to arrive at any moment; it would do no good for either of them for him to be a fool, flushing like a woman over nothing at all. ]
But were they lies? Something was strange- so much was strange, to a point that he could not properly put his finger on what had changed or how between himself and the cynic. Only that it most certainly had, and now there seemed to be no going back. No matter how Enjolras approached this, he seemed at a loss. The only answer he had found thus far was anger, and this did not sooth him. It only made everything feel that much more complicated.
They had agreed that this would put an end to it. But what did that even mean? An end to- to what?
This was Courfeyrac's fault. If he had simply never said anything, none of this would have ever happened. Enjolras would have never confronted Grantaire- would have never stolen that kiss.
Thinking about the kiss made his face heat, and he scrubbed at it with his hand, trying to force it down. Grantaire was due to arrive at any moment; it would do no good for either of them for him to be a fool, flushing like a woman over nothing at all. ]