[ enjolras wants to say no, that's not listening, but he has no power over this man, there is no reason for him to listen. there was no point in his dying beside enjolras and at the same time there was every point- words and feelings they'd not yet told each other, it all came out in that moment. every hateful glance enjolras had apologized for, every time he muttered you're a fool, you're worthless. he took it all back in the short, half smile he was permitted before the rain of bullets cascading upon them. ]
[ at least now enjolras sees some value in him- value he always knew was there, but couldn't praise grantaire until he lived up to it. ]
You've evaded my question. I am left to assume.
[ it's stated very matter-of-factly, not asking again, not waiting for a response. if grantaire doesn't want to speak then there's no reason to make him, enjolras guesses, and so he shrugs, bouncing the little boy up and down on his knee. attempting to rid the heavy area he's created, through the sounds of a child's laughter. ]
[ one easily becomes two and then three- children laughing and enjolras does not, he does not turn to look at grantaire, or do anything to acknowledge his presence. not so much ignoring as he is wondering what he could possibly say that won't result in a battle of words or a fight. he searches, until the girl toying with his hair bends and whispers something in his ear- which makes him crack a smile, briefly, before shooting a look in grantaire's. ]
The young mademoiselle wants braids in your hair next.
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[ at least now enjolras sees some value in him- value he always knew was there, but couldn't praise grantaire until he lived up to it. ]
You've evaded my question. I am left to assume.
[ it's stated very matter-of-factly, not asking again, not waiting for a response. if grantaire doesn't want to speak then there's no reason to make him, enjolras guesses, and so he shrugs, bouncing the little boy up and down on his knee. attempting to rid the heavy area he's created, through the sounds of a child's laughter. ]
[ one easily becomes two and then three- children laughing and enjolras does not, he does not turn to look at grantaire, or do anything to acknowledge his presence. not so much ignoring as he is wondering what he could possibly say that won't result in a battle of words or a fight. he searches, until the girl toying with his hair bends and whispers something in his ear- which makes him crack a smile, briefly, before shooting a look in grantaire's. ]
The young mademoiselle wants braids in your hair next.