[That puts a halt to the whirl of questions in his head. Had he voiced a complaint? No.
It's bizarre. An anomaly in his life. Enjolras knows himself to be difficult. He is a man with a cause who holds himself and those around him to standards far higher than the world demands. It is not easy for him- it is impossible for his friends. All of them have complained or lamented or protested the standards he asks of them.
But not Grantaire. Is the scowl still there? Enjolras has been staring at the man as he thinks and tries to think and tries to remember.
There's something just there, a revelation whose shape he can almost make out the contours of but the content of which escapes him. Perhaps if he were more clear-minded he'd grasp it (perhaps if he were more clear-minded he'd never get even as close as this)
He might take his hand again. He might ask for that soft gaze to turn on him. He might speak-] You should complain. I cannot force you to be who you're not. I cannot force the world to be what it is not. Or what it is not yet.
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It's bizarre. An anomaly in his life. Enjolras knows himself to be difficult. He is a man with a cause who holds himself and those around him to standards far higher than the world demands. It is not easy for him- it is impossible for his friends. All of them have complained or lamented or protested the standards he asks of them.
But not Grantaire. Is the scowl still there? Enjolras has been staring at the man as he thinks and tries to think and tries to remember.
There's something just there, a revelation whose shape he can almost make out the contours of but the content of which escapes him. Perhaps if he were more clear-minded he'd grasp it (perhaps if he were more clear-minded he'd never get even as close as this)
He might take his hand again. He might ask for that soft gaze to turn on him. He might speak-] You should complain. I cannot force you to be who you're not. I cannot force the world to be what it is not. Or what it is not yet.
[The thought is gone. He releases.]