[ He can hardly think properly, but he doesn’t need clear thoughts to feel how Enjolras’ words sting. There’s nothing new about his anger or his obvious distaste for Grantaire’s habits, but it all seems to cut deeper now. Though Grantaire continues to partake (out of habit? Necessity?) , he may very well never enjoy wine as he once did, all because of Enjolras and that single moment of acceptance. ]
You would sooner have me die of thirst?
[ He means to continue, to ramble in his usual hopeless attempts to lighten the mood, though it’s never quite worked on Enjolras, but he can’t quite manage. He finds himself feeling oddly ashamed and tight-throated. He genuinely does not want to be a disappointment to Enjolras, but that just seems to be the cycle they’re caught up in, and despite one fluke, they’ve yet to learn how to dance this dance in any other way. Against his better judgement, he takes an unsteady step forward, gaze impossibly soft.
He hasn't quite caught on to the fact that Enjolras did indeed follow him and see him playing dominoes that night, but it's enough to remind him all the same. ]
Give me some other task, as you once did. Something of use that you need done.
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You would sooner have me die of thirst?
[ He means to continue, to ramble in his usual hopeless attempts to lighten the mood, though it’s never quite worked on Enjolras, but he can’t quite manage. He finds himself feeling oddly ashamed and tight-throated. He genuinely does not want to be a disappointment to Enjolras, but that just seems to be the cycle they’re caught up in, and despite one fluke, they’ve yet to learn how to dance this dance in any other way. Against his better judgement, he takes an unsteady step forward, gaze impossibly soft.
He hasn't quite caught on to the fact that Enjolras did indeed follow him and see him playing dominoes that night, but it's enough to remind him all the same. ]
Give me some other task, as you once did. Something of use that you need done.