infiidele because the bae
Enjolras takes a breath, staring down at the camera in his hands. He doesn’t know if Grantaire just forgot it this morning when he went off to his panel, or if it was left on purpose but either way- it’s in his hands and the opportunity has presented itself. It’s probably really stupid of him to do this, but he knows he’ll regret it otherwise. He turns it on and starts recording, fumbling with the setting a little, and smiles nervously at the lens. “Hi, R, surprised to see me...?”
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Enjolras is practically vibrating, he’s so nervous. Grantaire has finally started posting his vlogs from the con, the con where they finally had met in real life and had confirmed that their mutual attraction had been something more- and he was nervous. Because of the message he left, because it was too honest and sincere for them only really knowing each other for a few months at that point, and not knowing if Grantaire would get it. So he sits and waits by his computer, waiting for Grantaire to say something- or not.
