The smile on Grantaire’s face doesn’t meet his eyes.
“Kiss and tell, Apollo?” he taunts,
because it’s easy, it’s so much easier, to make it all a joke.
"That implies there is anything to tell.
Here I thought you had eyes only for Patria.”

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
”Are people not part of what makes
Patria great? Here I thought you would
approve of my celebrating. It is, after,
all, something you seem to EXCEL in.“
Stop N E E D L I N G him, Enjolras.
Even on his feet, Grantaire’s terrified to break the spell around them. It can’t possibly be real, but god, he wants it...