[ Grantaire laughs and it feels like fresh air after being held underwater. The tightness in his chest alleviates and the pounding slows. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he looks at Alexandre and his vision skips between the furrowed brow looking toward him and a long, blond mess of hair looking amazed as Grantaire emerges from the wreckage of the wine shop shouting for the guards to hear. ]
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“I believe in you.”