[ His smile is the same way: sad, hollow, not quite meeting his eyes, but he smiles all the same.

We will. For a time.

[ He would never completely dismiss anything Enjolras has to say, even his politics, but he knows how the two of them are. He’s become self-aware enough to say it. ]

But things will change. You will grow distracted and I will grow hopeless and melancholy to the point that I lose all motivation to continue and Prouvaire’s garden will grow no more. It truly is a burden that only he could bear.