poemsofsplendor:

Jehan smiled. They had a knack for picking up on little details of people, perhaps due to being a poet, perhaps for being Romantic. They can’t help but laugh at Enjolras, not in jest of course. “I believe in you.”

They started to help themself to some of the foods, tiny snacks and a generous helping of their own salad.

“Hm? Warm milk?” Well they just had to joke back with Enjolras. Smirk curling across their lips, they shrugged. “I’m sure there is something else warm and white I could lick up.”

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         From anybody else, it would 
       sound awfully patronizing but
       from Jehan, it’s almost sweet. 
       Or at least, more well-meaning.

                 But whatever nice thoughts he
              has, he wants to take back, as he
              blanches, pulling a face that’s
              decidedly  Enjolrasian.

                                    “Sounds messy.”