You say pretty, and generous things, and you compare me amiably, and you are trying to comfort me, I can see. I don't doubt your honesty; for you speak wisely, and what you say is so. But... while it is kind, it does not answer my question, per say.
[Knowing that Courfeyrac was coaxing him, he did peer up when their foreheads met, and offered what of a smile that he could.]
In Paris, you know; I learned on my own, but did not go to a regular school like yourselves. I wrote, and that brought income, but I had a stipend and not a job, as the rest of you largely did. I kept no mistresses, in the way you all seemed to support some such another life, or lives. Is it no childish? I wonder, is all. Combeferre's worries were proven justified, dress or no, and even you-- you only began to stay here because you worried for me, isn't it so?
So I ask you, in your own opinion; do I seem childish, to you? Everyone has their moments, as you say, and I don't ask that. I am asking if you think I am a little bit... deficient, or incapable, as compared to the rest of you?
[He asked this evenly, honestly wanting to know, not in any preparation to be offended. But that alone really, truly bothered him in what Bahorel had said, and moreover had been really, truly bothering him since boarding here; and especially since meeting Eponine. That they were all a bit naive was clear; but did it equate to being kiddish?]
[Well, he wouldn't be a lawyer if he didn't try to evade difficult questions sometimes. Still, even at the forced smile of Jehan's, he frowned even further.]
I do not find you deficient or incapable compared to the rest of us. You lose yourself to thought, but let that not be compared to being childish or incapable of watching over yourself. My mistresses were a plenty and I hardly supported all of them at the same time... They did not stay long enough to warrant that.
Simply because you did not act as the rest of us does not make you anymore childish.
[He took that in, thought it over a moment, then gave a careful nod. It was a fair answer, and Courfeyrac's thinking so did help. Which, perhaps it was childish in an of itself to rely on the opinion of others; but that he did not make a habit of, and would not chide himself for. It was helpful to know how someone else felt, to get out of his own mind, and Reynaud rightly pointed out was a habit of his.]
[He relaxed a bit at that, leaning closer to Jehan's kiss, then let out a short laugh.]
Besides, cher, are you aware of how perfectly incapable Enjolras is of taking care of himself? God forbid he ever be charged with taking care of another.
Well! I am not so unlike Enjolras in form; he is as spoiled as I, though twice as loathe to admit it. He can take care of any number of things, but I do believe without yourself and Combeferre, his own health would turn to something wasted-- you are right.
When I first met Enjolras he was even more prone to losing himself to studies than even now. He was going on two days with little more than baguette and coffee and 2 hours of sleep when Combeferre and I finally tricked him into eating a proper meal and tucking away to bed.
I wish I could say that such occurrences were few and far between, but that seemed to be the norm for him.
[His own smile brightened when he finally heard Jehan laugh. Leaning in, he pressed another kiss to his cheek.]
He very nearly fell asleep as he walked home from class one day.
Well, I am perhaps not the only one who doubts me. But I suppose I have seen Combeferre do a fair number of suspicious things of late to be able to remind myself, with your kind formula.
No! I was misled, in my deep-set childish naiveté.
[He smirked against his neck and shut his eyes again, chuckling.]
But he assured me, recently even, that your maturity very much threatens to grow and overtake his own. His garters were all aflutter with such a fate.
[And he's not usually so indecent, no; but it's Courfeyrac. And even if he's blushing, he's also biting his lip to keep from laughing; and that feels a bit better than the mood of a moment ago.]
Were you in danger of being snatched by him? Fiend. I should do absolute battle for your honour before I would allow it. You'd have to lend me a glove, however, to start the duel. And it would be a duel of paper cuts, I fear-- deadliest of all, cher.
I don't believe I was, but if his garters were so excited over me. I would lend you a glove and a favor to show that I support you, of course. I will kiss all your paper cuts until they've healed, too.
[The kiss makes him twinkle, in addition to that laughing comment, and for a moment after he just stares before giving a light laugh and reaching up to cup Courfeyrac's cheek briefly.
Jehan was far beyond caring about the social norms of affection; such is the plight of a poet!; and caught by a fleeting but powerful sentiment, he said bluntly,]
You, cher, are so precious.
[He did not mean as a little dog might be, or a tea cup. Instead, that his worth as countless.
He had never felt so unsorted, and low, only to be raised so easily by a person as this. Well... a living person. Books and ideas did sometimes hold the same exciting effect.]
Incorrigible, to affect your friend's garters insomuch as you do; but very precious, all the same.
[Courfeyrac could not help but to lean into the hand on his cheek, smile tired but still sincere. At the comment, he snorted out a bit of laughter, finding it positively hilarious for some reason or another.]
I doubt I can remember the last time I was referred to as precious, cher.
[Pointed out in between fits of giggles and punctuated with small kisses.]
[Well, as Jehan was used to being laughed at, and Courfeyrac had prefaced by mentioning that exhaustion made him giggly, he only grinned in response, flattening his nose against his shoulder a little bit, mildly self-conscious of the butterfly kisses and his own wording, but much, much lighter feeling than he had been just a half an hour ago.]
What could you possibly be thanking me for, précieux petit riant oiseau?
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Date: 2013-09-25 08:41 pm (UTC)[Knowing that Courfeyrac was coaxing him, he did peer up when their foreheads met, and offered what of a smile that he could.]
In Paris, you know; I learned on my own, but did not go to a regular school like yourselves. I wrote, and that brought income, but I had a stipend and not a job, as the rest of you largely did. I kept no mistresses, in the way you all seemed to support some such another life, or lives. Is it no childish? I wonder, is all. Combeferre's worries were proven justified, dress or no, and even you-- you only began to stay here because you worried for me, isn't it so?
So I ask you, in your own opinion; do I seem childish, to you? Everyone has their moments, as you say, and I don't ask that. I am asking if you think I am a little bit... deficient, or incapable, as compared to the rest of you?
[He asked this evenly, honestly wanting to know, not in any preparation to be offended. But that alone really, truly bothered him in what Bahorel had said, and moreover had been really, truly bothering him since boarding here; and especially since meeting Eponine. That they were all a bit naive was clear; but did it equate to being kiddish?]
Forgive me for pressing.
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Date: 2013-09-25 09:02 pm (UTC)I do not find you deficient or incapable compared to the rest of us. You lose yourself to thought, but let that not be compared to being childish or incapable of watching over yourself. My mistresses were a plenty and I hardly supported all of them at the same time... They did not stay long enough to warrant that.
Simply because you did not act as the rest of us does not make you anymore childish.
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Date: 2013-09-25 09:09 pm (UTC)Thank you, petit chou. Then that is all.
[To seal it, he pressed a kiss to his jaw.]
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Date: 2013-09-25 09:17 pm (UTC)Besides, cher, are you aware of how perfectly incapable Enjolras is of taking care of himself? God forbid he ever be charged with taking care of another.
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Date: 2013-09-25 09:19 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2013-09-25 09:31 pm (UTC)[He smiled, tiredly but reassuringly.]
So you see? If you are childish for such reasons, then so is Enjolras.
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Date: 2013-09-25 09:39 pm (UTC)[He laughed, finally, nose wrinkling.]
Ah, but he is a hearty child, at that.
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Date: 2013-09-25 10:03 pm (UTC)I wish I could say that such occurrences were few and far between, but that seemed to be the norm for him.
[His own smile brightened when he finally heard Jehan laugh. Leaning in, he pressed another kiss to his cheek.]
He very nearly fell asleep as he walked home from class one day.
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Date: 2013-09-25 10:34 pm (UTC)[It earns another laugh.]
That's so nearly a talent! Perhaps he was asleep while he orated to us, at times?
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:05 pm (UTC)[He pulls his forehead away from Jehan's and smiles a bit.]
I will keep plenty of these stories for whenever you doubt yourself.
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:41 pm (UTC)Well, I am perhaps not the only one who doubts me. But I suppose I have seen Combeferre do a fair number of suspicious things of late to be able to remind myself, with your kind formula.
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:52 pm (UTC)[He presses a kiss to his forehead.]
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:59 pm (UTC)[He opened an eye and nudged his nose into his cheek, trying not to laugh.]
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Date: 2013-09-26 12:15 am (UTC)Mature and perfect? I would hate to be such a man.
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Date: 2013-09-26 12:39 am (UTC)[Though with a big laugh, he squeezed Jehan's hand and shook his head.]
In all his maturity, yes. But you assume he does not know this about me already? I am, after all, the least mature with no intention of maturing.
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Date: 2013-09-26 01:44 am (UTC)[He smirked against his neck and shut his eyes again, chuckling.]
But he assured me, recently even, that your maturity very much threatens to grow and overtake his own. His garters were all aflutter with such a fate.
[And he's not usually so indecent, no; but it's Courfeyrac. And even if he's blushing, he's also biting his lip to keep from laughing; and that feels a bit better than the mood of a moment ago.]
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Date: 2013-09-26 02:03 am (UTC)Don't worry, I won't let Combeferre and his afluttered garters snatch me away from you. Even if it means becoming even more immature to ensure it.
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Date: 2013-09-26 06:25 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2013-09-26 01:03 pm (UTC)[He grins and presses a kiss to Jehan's lips.]
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Date: 2013-09-27 06:01 am (UTC)Jehan was far beyond caring about the social norms of affection; such is the plight of a poet!; and caught by a fleeting but powerful sentiment, he said bluntly,]
You, cher, are so precious.
[He did not mean as a little dog might be, or a tea cup. Instead, that his worth as countless.
He had never felt so unsorted, and low, only to be raised so easily by a person as this. Well... a living person. Books and ideas did sometimes hold the same exciting effect.]
Incorrigible, to affect your friend's garters insomuch as you do; but very precious, all the same.
Thank you.
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Date: 2013-09-27 01:22 pm (UTC)I doubt I can remember the last time I was referred to as precious, cher.
[Pointed out in between fits of giggles and punctuated with small kisses.]
You're welcome... Ah... I thank you as well.
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Date: 2013-09-29 04:31 am (UTC)What could you possibly be thanking me for, précieux petit riant oiseau?
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