[There's so much in there that almost sets him off. The desire to argue tugs at him, setting his shoulders shifting as he has to contain himself. But the arguments are not made. Something in him recognises those mixed feelings regarding their friends- he too misses their company, their helpfulness, their personalities that he's come to rely on.
He too sometimes is glad they aren't here.
Then-] There will be something.
[Though Enjolras himself has no idea how to discover it. How would one discover such a thing? Imagine the effort needed. He certainly hasn't the time to spare on that.
A slight frown creases his forehead as he runs his eyes over the drunkard again. No, he doesn't have the time. There's already too much to be done.]
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He too sometimes is glad they aren't here.
Then-] There will be something.
[Though Enjolras himself has no idea how to discover it. How would one discover such a thing? Imagine the effort needed. He certainly hasn't the time to spare on that.
A slight frown creases his forehead as he runs his eyes over the drunkard again. No, he doesn't have the time. There's already too much to be done.]