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Eponine & Combeferre

Glancing over at Enjolras as he debated furiously with Grantaire, Combeferre felt the usual emptiness fill him. He was quick to turn back to his books but his mind and heart kept straying to him. He almost didn't notice as someone sat near him and he wouldn't have noticed if they hadn't sat between him and his view of Enjolras. Glancing up again, he flushed slightly as he caught eyes with Eponine, embarrassed that he'd been caught looking over at him. He pretended, though, to the best of his ability, that nothing had happened. "Eponine.. How are you? Well, I hope." He cleared his throat nervously as he once again pulled his gaze from Enjolras's blonde curls.

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Combeferre sighed as he finally trudged home. Enjolras had kept him back late, needing him to double check his already triple checked notes and by the time he had finished and left the Musain, it was coming up for eleven at night. The walk to the apartment was short and the cool air freshened him up a bit but all he wanted was to be home with Jehan.

Climbing the stairs to their flat, he smiled when he finally let himself inside and saw Jehan curled up on the couch. He unlaced his shoes carefully and set them beside the door before making his way over to the couch and letting go, laying down with his head on Jehan’s legs. “Hello, love.” He murmured, his eyes closed.