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[winecask]

Grumpy Grantaire is grumpy.

"Why am I always the only one alone on days like this?"

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[boygeneral]

Enjolras is unamused altogether. But perhaps also a little curious?

"Why do such things matter?"

[winecask]

"...I don't like being alone."

[boygeneral]

"That's not what I meant." Enjolras gets frustrated so easily by these things.

[winecask]

"It matters that I'm alone because I don't like it."

[boygeneral]

Pause. "You're not alone, you're here." Pause.

He's going to have to give up on getting his question answered, isn't he?

[winecask]

Grantaire would like full explanations.

He snorts. "There's no one in my bed, is there?"

[boygeneral]

His ellipses are currently very, very italicized. And possibly bold. There's two of them, arranged thus;

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"I wouldn't know." He's not amused. Grantaire may not get his full explanations.

[winecask]

Grantaire grins. He will treasure those ellipses.

"Well, if there was, I wouldn't be moping."

[boygeneral]

Something occurs to Enjolras and, because it is a logical argument he feels the need to point it out; however, the conversation is headed somewhere he's not precisely comfortable with and so he's a little pink.

Pinker than usual, that is.

"You are here and not in your bed; likely you would be moping about that instead."

[winecask]

"No use staying in an empty bed, is there?" Grantaire is perhaps unduly amused.

[boygeneral]

Enjolras scowls, quite red with embarrassment now. "That is hardly pertinent. You complain that there is no one in your bed, and yet you are here; someone in your bed would do you no good."

[winecask]

"Well, if someone were gracing my bed, I would surely be in it."

[boygeneral]

There is nothing he can say to that. He tries, but there is nothing. Nothing, and no dignity in the situation left to salvage.

[winecask]

Hee. Grantaire laaaaughs. Silly 'Pol and his dignity.

[boygeneral]

That doesn't help at all. Beet red, his only possible response is to glare.