Obligatory phone post, since Courfeyrac shamelessly gives out his number.

[le_centre]

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[CALL]

[cultivateslove]

[RING RING ETC]

[le_centre]

[picks up] Salut, Jehan!

[cultivateslove]

Hallo! [pacing his office and looking out the window] I was just a bit lonely bored, and wondering how you were doing!

[le_centre]

[Welcome to TMI Land with your tourguide, Courfeyrac]

[sound of head hitting desk] Not so good. Jehan, you know how I told you about Enjolras wanting to me not to have sex with anyone else? I didn't realize it meant not having sex at all.

[cultivateslove]

[Fortunately this is not a unfamiliar land for Jehan]

[...Pause] [As delicately as possible:] I... really? But how could you not... [IS GESTURING WITH HIS ARMS but you cannot see that]

I mean I... I have to admit I had been sort of, uh. Wondering how the two of you were going to come to a.. ... a compromise. Regarding that.

[le_centre]

How did it not....?

Jehan, when, in all the time you have known me, have I ever thought before I acted?

[cultivateslove]

[ANOTHER SHRUG AND GESTURE which Courfeyrac still cannot see because they are on the phone]

I don't know, I suppose I thought the subject matter would make the question... .. present itself to you.

[le_centre]

... yeah, no, that... didn't happen.

[sound of head hitting the desk again. Courfeyrac is just going to leave his head there for the rest of this conversation.] That would make sense, wouldn't it? But no, that- that didn't happen. I juse- I have needs here that are really not being met!

[cultivateslove]

[Sagdkjsagdf oh you. Sympathetic tone of voice:] Poor Courfeyrac. Have you... talked to him about it? [Hesitant to imagine the outcome of that conversation; probably a lot of linefacing... but then he would have said that about kissing and Enjolras, so perhaps he is wrong.]

[le_centre]

[glumly] Nope. I've been dropping hints. I have steadily grown less subtle and more shameless.

I think I'll have to pull out all the stops this afternoon and just... very pointedly inform him that a month and a half is really far too long for anyone. Or, you know, me.

[cultivateslove]

Hm, no... I can't imagine hinting really working all that well.

[SMALL WINCE] Just be sure not to put him on the defensive. [Could not bear it if they had another argument srsly]

[le_centre]

Oh God, no!

[really quite alarmed; another argument would end with an absolutely shattered Courfeyrac] I promise to be as diplomatic as it is possible to be while pointing out that we have yet to have sex and this needs to be immediately addressed.

[siiiiiiiiiiigh] How are you doing?

[cultivateslove]

[fhslkdfsd ohhh dear] [Apprehensive laughter] Well, uh, good. I wish you the best of luck with that conversation. [YOU'LL NEED IT]

Hm? Oh, I'm fine! Trying to think how to snow-proof the greenhouse... [sounds a little grouchy about this]

[le_centre]

[glumly] Thank you, though I think just 'luck' won't cut it. It hasn't for a month and a half.

Snow-proof the greenhouse Ugh. Do you need me to melt anything for you?

[cultivateslove]

[Snerk.]

Oh, that would be quite useful, actually! I don't think that shovels and flowerpots are going to do the job, next time.

[le_centre]

[wincing] That sounds absolutely horrible. Call me next time and I'll melt you a pathway to the greenhouse or whatever you need.

Are you holding up alright since Combeferre just deported? I mean, Dr. Moth, seriously....