[ If Enjolras didn't feel like enough of an idiot now, he sure as shit did now. ]
...Yes? Look, I know how it sounds, but I could never make out your full face and voice, like it wouldn't even come into focus.
[ He takes a second look at the sweatshirt, and feel a deep surge of affection. ]
...Like I remember you dedicated you were to the color green. And apparently still are.
[ Another beat, as Enjolras fumbles with how to explain any of this, much less ask what he so desperately wants to know of the brunette. ]
Courfeyrac finally pointed it out, that there had to be someone outside the group that night in the barricade I was discounting. I just kept thinking I knew everyone who would have been part of our group that day. But it was my fault you weren't there, I sent you away--God, I'm so sorry Grantaire. I don't know what to do with any of this.
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...Yes? Look, I know how it sounds, but I could never make out your full face and voice, like it wouldn't even come into focus.
[ He takes a second look at the sweatshirt, and feel a deep surge of affection. ]
...Like I remember you dedicated you were to the color green. And apparently still are.
[ Another beat, as Enjolras fumbles with how to explain any of this, much less ask what he so desperately wants to know of the brunette. ]
Courfeyrac finally pointed it out, that there had to be someone outside the group that night in the barricade I was discounting. I just kept thinking I knew everyone who would have been part of our group that day. But it was my fault you weren't there, I sent you away--God, I'm so sorry Grantaire. I don't know what to do with any of this.