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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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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.