[ Enjolras' mouth slips open to to better meet Grantaire's - it is warm, and it's close, and it's one of those comforts he had hardly even considered before he found it, never mind imagined that he might enjoy. There's something very simply desirable about it. It feels good; he wants more. It doesn't really bear much thought. So his response, of course, is a little thoughtless, only words. ]
Perhaps - yes.
[ He curls his legs up onto the couch, tucking in beside him. There's a little spark of shame, just the beginning of something, harkening back to Grantaire's invocation of sin, but ... But he doesn't come to Grantaire for rest. Grantaire is infuriating. Grantaire is absolutely determined to be good for nothing. And here's proof that every man has warmth in him, every man wants to be good for something.
No doubt Grantaire would phrase it rather more crudely, but that's all the more reason not to let him phrase it at all. He rests his arm heavily on his shoulder. ]
[ Grantaire is rarely ever able to be overwhelming. Certainly he tries, with his loud words and heavy gestures, but he is nothing when compared to those with the natural ability, those like Enjolras. Now it is a point of pride to show what he is capable of, that he is skilled at this and Enjolras could not be left wanting more. His arms wrap around his middle, bringing him close and covering what parts of him are vulnerable to the cold.
Still, he cannot stop himself from distraction, from the remarks that easily form in his mind which must be spoken, lest Enjolras not hear his wit. He breaks the kiss only to brush against his cheek, nearing his ear and the sensitive area of his neck. ]
You must have known very little if you think this is anything to praise. Hospitality, that is, I do not doubt your inexperience in other matters. Though I wonder how much of it you will begin to seek.
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Perhaps - yes.
[ He curls his legs up onto the couch, tucking in beside him. There's a little spark of shame, just the beginning of something, harkening back to Grantaire's invocation of sin, but ... But he doesn't come to Grantaire for rest. Grantaire is infuriating. Grantaire is absolutely determined to be good for nothing. And here's proof that every man has warmth in him, every man wants to be good for something.
No doubt Grantaire would phrase it rather more crudely, but that's all the more reason not to let him phrase it at all. He rests his arm heavily on his shoulder. ]
You've always excelled at hospitality.
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Still, he cannot stop himself from distraction, from the remarks that easily form in his mind which must be spoken, lest Enjolras not hear his wit. He breaks the kiss only to brush against his cheek, nearing his ear and the sensitive area of his neck. ]
You must have known very little if you think this is anything to praise. Hospitality, that is, I do not doubt your inexperience in other matters. Though I wonder how much of it you will begin to seek.