[ How can he be surrounded by so many passionate young men and not make an attempt to be more like them? Enjolras is the fixed star by which he orients himself. How can he constantly orbit him without at least entertaining the notion of being more than an unmotivated drunkard? He tried, he begged for multiple opportunities to try, but his attempts always fell short. He’s aware. ]

Should I be humored? That would only make me a further nuisance. Encouraged? To do what, exactly?

[ Enjolras’ frown only serves to make him smile. He doesn’t remind him that Jehan has also woken, if only because Jehan isn’t here right at this very moment. There will be time for that; their friend will return soon enough. ]

You make for fine company. Have I voiced a complaint?

[ Literally ever? ]