[ A great deal more sober and a great deal less melancholy now, he remembers her this time, remembers how she had attempted to comforted him, but it’s the use of the word “friend” that truly endears him to the message. ]
Surely it is. To what do I owe the pleasure of your words, mademoiselle Lucy?
[ Color him both intrigued and a little bit ashamed. He's certain he has a very good idea of what Enjolras said about him, and he doesn't need to ask about it. ]
If your conversation was at all extensive, then surely you know that I am incapable of retaining his good graces.
[ Grantaire is only faced with a brief moment of doubt. Surely it’s more than just the wine, he thinks, but then he remembers just how much faith he has in Enjolras. Enjolras is all he truly believes in. Why would he lie? When has he ever lied?
His doubts, instead, turn to himself. ]
I am very fond of wine.
[ But he's even fonder of Enjolras. It isn't the decision that's difficult, but the fact that he's bound to stumble. ]
It's been a long time since I've gone longer than a day without it.
You have my thanks. Though I will surely be a disappointment to you as well, I will try. That is my promise.
Ah, but you live in Olympia, do you not? I fear this may be a difficult hurdle for the both of us. I have no preference when it comes to Wyver wine or Olympia wine. I enjoy both in equal measures, but are you capable of being in two places at once? It would be a most useful skill to reveal.
He would never believe me capable of doing this on my own, and he would be more than correct. I am incapable of doing this on my own. I don't wish to lie to him.
He is unlikely to ask at all, but it's worth requesting your silence anyway.
Thank you. Can I repay you somehow? I have little to offer. Perhaps nothing at all, but if you're going to attempt a feat as impossible as this, it's only appropriate that I ask.
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Surely it is. To what do I owe the pleasure of your words, mademoiselle Lucy?
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[ Color him both intrigued and a little bit ashamed. He's certain he has a very good idea of what Enjolras said about him, and he doesn't need to ask about it. ]
If your conversation was at all extensive, then surely you know that I am incapable of retaining his good graces.
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His favor, for I think good graces may be perhaps a reach, but not for any fault of yours.
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Regardless of how you may feel about Enjolras, the fault is mine. I'm only a disappointment to him.
How do you believe it can be done?
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[ He's certain.
But yes, the drinking is absolutely one of his biggest problems. ]
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Mademoiselle, may I ask what he said to you?
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His doubts, instead, turn to himself. ]
I am very fond of wine.
[ But he's even fonder of Enjolras. It isn't the decision that's difficult, but the fact that he's bound to stumble. ]
It's been a long time since I've gone longer than a day without it.
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[ There's a pause, but then a second message is sent. ]
I would like to try.
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Ah, but you live in Olympia, do you not? I fear this may be a difficult hurdle for the both of us. I have no preference when it comes to Wyver wine or Olympia wine. I enjoy both in equal measures, but are you capable of being in two places at once? It would be a most useful skill to reveal.
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[ He would rather him not know when the first failure undoubtedly comes. ]
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He is unlikely to ask me, anyway.
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Thank you. Can I repay you somehow? I have little to offer. Perhaps nothing at all, but if you're going to attempt a feat as impossible as this, it's only appropriate that I ask.
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