[ It's hard to tell if it's being run into or who was doing it that leaves Enjolras breathless. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, not putting it out quite yet for lack of a trash can (life-changing realizations or no, he's not going to be a litterer). As the smoke just curls up as his waist, Enjolras wracks his brain for something, anything eloquent to say to convey he's sorry, to make up for their last harsh parting-- ]
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...Hey.
[ Nailed it. ]