[ When he sees what he thinks is understanding on the other man’s face, he expects to be turned away in an instant. Surely the entire thing will come as a massive disappointment, and surely Grantaire will come as the biggest disappointment of them all, but Enjolras only reiterates. Neither his words nor his tone are cruel.
This time, Grantaire is the one who falls silent, blinking in the artificial light, dumbfounded. When he finds his tongue again, his voice is soft with a different sort of disbelief; something more akin to awe, as though he’s just been handed the rarest and most precious thing anyone could possibly offer him. ]
[Grantaire did not believe in the revolution. He did not share their ideals- but he shared their deaths. It seems as though Enjolras is reaching him now, that he will accept the name 'brother'. He presses his hand again, still smiling.]
Many times. [There's no point lying. They both know how Enjolras has responded to the man's cynicism and uselessness in the past.] In this? The opposite.
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This time, Grantaire is the one who falls silent, blinking in the artificial light, dumbfounded. When he finds his tongue again, his voice is soft with a different sort of disbelief; something more akin to awe, as though he’s just been handed the rarest and most precious thing anyone could possibly offer him. ]
Have I not disappointed you?
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Many times. [There's no point lying. They both know how Enjolras has responded to the man's cynicism and uselessness in the past.] In this? The opposite.