three words eh? courfeyrac jehan massage. there you go!
“She asked if I wanted a happy ending, and I said of course — because, like, who wants a sad ending to anything — and then she put her hand on my — “
Jehan’s escalating pitch veers into a register only audible to dogs; his hands gesture wildly, pantomiming when words fail him. Perhaps suggesting he try massage therapy for stress relief wasn’t the best idea Combeferre has ever had.
Courfeyrac stirs to life, a lascivious cobra uncurling. “What did you say the name of this place was?” he asks.