playing doctor
 ”Just lie here and talk about us”, Combeferre suggested. ”And maybe kiss a little more.” He put a single finger on Enjolras’ soft lips, smiling shyly. “When did you know? That you want me like this?”
Enjolras took his moment to consider it, biting his inner cheek. This was a question he should have foreseen, but hadn't somehow - he had spent way too much time thinking about them doing things to each other that completely ignored that they would have to talk about that too. "I don't know. Not too long ago, I think. And sometimes people... assumed things about us, and that got me thinking." he said, shrugging. He had thought about kissing his finger, but he wasn't sure if that would be appropriate. He didn't know anything anymore; he needed an instructions book. "And you?"










