poemsofsplendor:

“No no, it’s not a problem!” Jehan replied, quickly raising their hands. They smiled a bit. Enjolras cared about his friends, and Jehan loved his reactions. They picked up their tea and took a sip. “I’m stronger than you think, my friend.”

They then pondered his suggestion. Surely they could have stayed with Bahorel that evening, since he came all that way just to throw them anyways. They shrugged.

“I prefer being in my own home.”

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           "It’s not your strength I doubt.“
         It’s Bahorel’s judgement. But who
         is he to pass them when he knows
         not of their abilities. In the end, 
         Enjolras can just settle back down.
         ”But I’m glad you got in alright.“

                     Leaning back into his seat, he
                  finds himself studying Jehan, the
                  slope of their shoulders and the
                  lines of their cheekbones. Enjolras
                  has to drag his eyes away. ”Oh?
                  Oh, yeah. It’s more familiar, isn’t it?
                  I can’t sleep well unless it’s my bed.“