@xspectabund continued from here X
As always, there was reason in Combeferre’s response. It was true that in pain laid feeling and feeling meant an emotional response to a stimuli. Which ultimately meant that though responding naturally to other things was lacking, it was still there. There was knowledge that led to this pain—since in this instance the two were discussing emotional pain, rather than physical— and there was still life and living, experiencing to have had that occur. Or to even have a preconceived notion of if to feel pain in that instance— rejection.
They were discussing romantic rejection.
Sure, Enjolras’ game had never been the most fresh, due to an unmeasured amount of self inflicted workload. Reasonable: if one’s attention was in a single thing so passionately, it couldn’t often be spared for others. But as the aforesaid sentence stated, it was self inflicted. Meaning that Enjolras could grant himself the space and time. He had no excuse. And Combeferre was calling him out on it, as a good friend should. Enjolras had said something along the lines of that “besides, he had (I have) no time for rejection”. Hence the reminder.
“Look— as I said, it just takes too much energy and time and all for it to possibly amount to nothing. I would rather spend my time in this”, the blond lifted the papers and waved them lightly, “Than the pretence that some person and I will live a cherry merry happy life– when most of those dates, regardless, I’m bound to never see the person again. So, there.” That swerve ball had been thrown olympically as to avoid the matter of rejection. Enjolras didn’t fear or care for rejection. Right?
Combeferre had always loved Enjolras. They’d been friends for a long time, close friends. In that time neither of them had done much for their romantic lives. Though for many different reasons. This however was far more silly than any other of their reasons. They’d always fallen back on not having any time at all, even when Bahorel had them all download Tinder.
“Enjolras,” Combeferre set his coffee cup down smiling “Listen, if you didn’t have time that would be one thing,” the gods knew Combeferre didn’t have time, though he’d occasionally tried to make time for it. This though, this was quite different.
“If you don’t want to go out on dates simply because you didn’t want to that would be another thing but this-” Combeferre waved his hand at the papers. “It’s important I agree, we all do important work, but you have to make time for other things, for life Enjolras.” Combeferre shook his head. Combeferre cound understand his best friend’s drive, but he also knew that that drive could be dangerous. How often had they stayed up
