[His unwavering answer and gaze strikes Enjolras like lightning -- a bar filled with male laughter at his own expense, that same stubble smirk but now with a green waistcoat, linen sleeves he traces with his eyes downward until it ends with a firmly grasped bottle--
The vision and most memories of it are gone as soon as it came, and Enjolras lets go of Remi's fingers as if slapped.]
I don't--you're not-- [A breath.] I-I have to go.
[He steps back and away as fast as he without drawing too much attention to himself, eyes frantically scanning for an exit for a nicotine respite.]
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The vision and most memories of it are gone as soon as it came, and Enjolras lets go of Remi's fingers as if slapped.]
I don't--you're not-- [A breath.] I-I have to go.
[He steps back and away as fast as he without drawing too much attention to himself, eyes frantically scanning for an exit for a nicotine respite.]