do you hear the people sing?

[logomachist]

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[logomachist]

[--oh. Right. That's why they're theoretically here. Huh.]

It's really fine. Honestly.

[epiny]

[Did you get caught up in the good times? Or gathering information that will then later be sprung upon Eponine and used against her? Because she would not be surprised in the least.]

You did. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to say we kissed.

[She grins] With tongue.

[logomachist]

With--?

[It isn't so much that he's embarrassed. It's a much more complex emotion than that; nervous and fretful as much as anything.]

I'm so-- sorry, Eponine.

[epiny]

[Eponine looks at him blankly.]

...Why?

[logomachist]

Because I can't imagine you wanted me to.

[In fairness to himself, even intoxicated he had most likely rambled at length about the importance of bodily integrity and consent between individuals. Fairness to himself after a night of being completely obliterated isn't really on tap.

Then again, she had said 'we kissed.' Not 'you kissed me.' That's... confusing.]

[epiny]

[Eponine raises an eyebrow.]

Dude- chill. It was a quick make-out. No big deal.

[Yes, he had gone on a long rant about this and that, but Eponine had wandered away in the middle of it.]

[logomachist]

["Chill" isn't a thing Enjolras does. Or has. Or is adjacent to at all.]

--no?

[They had tongues in each other's mouth. That seems to qualify for 'big deal' status.]

[epiny]

...is it a big deal to you?

[she's learning]

[logomachist]

It's...

[It isn't, in the long run. It's a tiny snippet of nothing that the other party involved already doesn't care to think about, no more than a blip he'll forget about by this time next week.

And yet.] It's not something I-- do.

[Like drinking. Like drinking to excess. Like not remembering the entirety of the previous night.]

[epiny]

[Yeah, so it's super not a big deal at all.]

You were really drunk last night, so don't worry about it. [Alcohol excused everything, right?]

You don't have to apologize.

[logomachist]

[Alcohol definitely excuses nothing.

But... he'll get used to this. Maybe. Later.]

If you're sure.

[epiny]

Yeah.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Are you sure?

[logomachist]

...yeah.

[He'll get used to it. Or, more accurately, he'll bury himself under a pile of work and slowly forget about the whole thing.]

Let's... not, though. While we're-- hm.

[epiny]

[Eponine raises an eyebrow. Oh, not in front of the kids.]

They've heard it all before. But alright. If you say so.

[logomachist]

While intoxicated, I mean.

[All of this would have been easier to sort through if he could remember it.]

[epiny]

I wasn't hoping for a repeat performance. You're not that cute.

[logomachist]

[That, happily, gets the brief sketch of a grin flitting across his lips again.]

It's a deal, then.

[epiny]

Definitely.

Besides, [Her smile matches his, though it remains for a bit longer.] If I wanted to fuck you, I'd have done it already.

[logomachist]

What, last night?

[epiny]

In general.

[She shrugs, because it's a joke.]

[logomachist]

[Well, at least that's good self-confidence.]

Hm.

[epiny]

What?

[Go ahead, say she's ugly. She's heard it before.]

[logomachist]

Just listening.

[It's the thing he's worst at, but he's making the effort.]

[epiny]

[Eponine frowns, suspicious.]

...Okay...? [She helps to box up some of the food.]