Tell me quickly what's the story

[le_centre]

Characters: Courfeyrac and Enjolras
Location: Enjolras's room, just for that extra layer of personal awkward
Time: After the Gossip Girl Post
Content: Oh putain.
Format: Action.
Warnings: Angst and awkward explanations in equal measure.

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[righteousapollo]

[sitting in a chair by the window ostensibly trying to read an essay from one of his International Relations students but failing miserably.]

[Enjolras turns his head at the voice at the door, recognising it immediately. Rolls the essay up and stands wearily.]

It's open.

[le_centre]

[bursts in and catches himself before stumbling over the doorway. He turns to shut the door and grimaces while Enjolras can't see him. He's never this clumsy; oh hell, he's more upset over this than he realized. If some random stupidity on the internet ruins one of the best friendships he's ever had....]

[deep breath, turns and is, for perhaps the first time, physically uncomfortable in Enjolras's presence; leans against the door and sucks in his lower lip]

So, uh... you- you doing alright?

[righteousapollo]

[this isn't the usual level of Enjolraic calm; instead of being an impassive kind of calm, there's something stony and undeniably hollow about the blankness of his face. He crosses his arms slowly as Courfeyrac speaks.]

[one does not go in to politics without a thick skin and a certain tolerence for bullshit - usually petty gossip like this wouldn't bother him... but it's Courfeyrac, and after the awful awkwardness of the conference fallout and this sudden realisation that there's a list of people...]

What do you think? [holds up a hand, no longer looking calm and actually looking decidedly angry] Wait, let me rephrase: what were you thinking?

[le_centre]

[Jesus Christ, this went downhill really fast and he's never seen Enjolras like this before.]

About? Enjolras, it's not... serious, any of it. None of it was- it was just.... [waves a hand, the English isn't coming] just- just casual sex. It didn't really mean anything. It's not-

[English, why are you so hard? Makes a frustrated sound] It isn't something you really think about a lot. It happens, it's fun for you both and then you part ways as friends and... nothing more. That's it.

[ later, at enjolras' rooms. ]

[onlyendinpeace]

[ To be perfectly honest, the thought of knocking didn't even cross Combeferre's mind. He hovers just for a moment outside of the door, listening for voice, and when he hears none he simply walks inside and clicks the door shut behind him. He can feel the tension in the room and knows that whatever has been going on here hasn't been going well. Not in the least. He leans against the door, looking to Enjolras with an awkwardly blank expression. ]

Intuition tells me that talking is the last thing on your mind. [ His tone, alternatively, implies that there will be no two ways about it. ]

UPDATING

[righteousapollo]

[He’s restless; he can’t sit still. His anger drives him around the room, throwing books around as if he is looking for something he’d lost - but not actually knowing what he is physically doing - as his mind whirls with frustration. Despite the fact that this is sometime after Courfeyrac has left Enjolras is still pretty damn furious; he hasn’t yet worked his way through the proud, cold, angry manifestation of his hurt and moved into the calmer, more introspective stage

[onlyendinpeace]

[ Again, Combeferre hesitates before speaking, unsure of himself. ] I understand, if it was something you felt you couldn't really talk about- [ Just not why Enjolras couldn't tell him. ] But this is a highschool; secrets rarely stay secret for long.

[ He shakes his head. ] No. I came here from my office.

[righteousapollo]

I'm telling you, it wasn't a secret - it was just private. [Enjolras reiterates, frustrated all over again. This really was a bad day for Enjolraic calm. He sits on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees and hands pressed against his closed eyes.] Well. He was here a few minutes ago. He got very defensive when I questioned him about the logic behind sleeping with coworkers and his boss, and then...

[Enjolras drops his hands with a weary frown, staring at the floor between his feet. Blankly:]

...And then he said I couldn't hold interpersonal relationships and that I didn't care about people. [pause] Amongst other things.