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[weneedasign]

 [There's the sound of a guitar coming from the amphitheater early in the morning. It's nothing special, just a few simple chords to warm-up being done over and over again with the occasional pause.

For those that plan to investigate they'll find Enjolras sitting in one of the first rows playing. By his side is a notebook, the page covered in words that have been furiously crossed out and a letter beneath it.

He's not exactly in the mood for company or to talk, but he won't turn anyone away if they want so feel free to come bother him.]

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[impetueux]

[She's not exactly convinced, but she's trying to be better about picking her battles, at least where her brothers are concerned.]

If you won't tell me, can you at least tell me if there's anything I can do to help you?

Cosette, savor this rare moment.

[weneedasign]

[He considers this, looking at her before forward. There's a moment where he's tempted to come clean and tell her what's on his mind but...

But he can't, because he shouldn't still be upset about this. Or well he should, but-

He sighs, dragging a hand through his hair.]

Can I have a hug?

Her whole life has been leading to this.

[impetueux]

[Any excitement Cosette would have about being actually asked for physical affection for Enjolras is ruined by the fact that. well. He asked.

Things must be really wrong.]

Of course, you never have to ask for things like that.

[She pulls him in, rubbing small circles into his back.]

He appreciates her hugging without question

[weneedasign]

[He isn't one to ask for physical attention, let along dish it out.

But when Cosette pulls him into a hug he finally sets the guitar aside, his arms coming up to hug her back. His face hiding in her shoulder.

He won't cry, even if there's a part of him that wants too.]

Like she'd ever miss the opportunity.

[impetueux]

[She keeps rubbing the circles, hugging him back without squeezing him. She does want to give the impression that she wants to break it; that's all up to him.

She settles for leaning her head against his and sighing.]

You don't have to be the strong man of marble all the time, you know. Some days I worry about you.

Re: Like she'd ever miss the opportunity.

[weneedasign]

You have been spending too much time with Grantaire.

[It's a bit of a wet chuckle.]

[impetueux]

You have no proof.

[She says it in a mock-secretive tone, giving him a little squeeze.]

Maybe we need to go do something, get your mind off of things.

[weneedasign]

Any suggestions?

[He'll find proof, later.]

[impetueux]

Hmm...

[She bites her lip, contemplating.]

Maybe go roast some s'mores and plot your next overthrow of camp establishment? Or go for a swim in the lake. I've always wanted to push you off the pier.

[weneedasign]

Please don't do that. I can't swim.

[He pulls away, wiping his eyes. There's just some dust in them. Honest.]

S'mores would be nice.

[impetueux]

Really? You'll have to let me teach you sometime.

[She smiles, giving his arm a little rub in reassurance.]

Okay, let's go get some supplies for them. I promise I won't judge if you forgo the the graham crackers and go straight for the chocolate.