lxrksong:

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            “Yes, the one where Grantaire accompanied me”

              Seeing the smile grow
         on to Enjolras’ face caused
         a new level of pride to flutter
         in her chest. She had practiced
         day in a day out for the 3 minutes 
         of judges staring at her
         looking scarily like Enjolras
         whenever Marius talk of Napoleon. 

                “I, I wanted to tell everyone at the meeting but, I didn’t want to upset you by doing such.”

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                 A quick nod, he didn’t know
             that but he does not show it. If
             anything he is glad someone was
             there with her. Enjolras purses
             his lips, speaking seriously with
             such weight to his words that one
             cannot mistake him for being
             a n y t h i n g   but   sincere.

              (   In his (quite flimsy) defense,
              Combeferre was the one that did
              most of the talking, Enjolras just–
               agreed. He meant no harm.   )

                        “That’s nonsense. This means
                      a lot to you, doesn’t it? You should
                         have. Shall I call them back?”