Courfeyrac wrinkles his nose in mock disgust. It isn't the contents of the note which trouble him so much as the author and the lack of clarity in his intentions. Courfeyrac has been in love more times than he can remember, but never has he been so needlessly or cruelly opaque in his pursuits. As Enjolras' friend (and the man who knew him best out of everyone in the Capitol) he's horrified at that behavior, and he doesn't intend for Venus to suffer heartache on behalf of his idiot compatriot.
"That doesn't even sound like him," he announces, tossing the note over his shoulder in a dramatic show. Indeed, he's never known Enjolras (not even a lovesick Enjolras) to say anything so overtly romantic. "And besides that, he's a fool if he thinks you can survive off of bonbons and sugary wine. If he were properly doing his duty and truly loving you, would he not supply you with more substantive food? And why not send a basket to me as well? Have I not been a loyal and faithful lieutenant to him? Did I not fight and die at his side?"
That is likely of little solace to Venus, he realizes. In fact, it's likely to be more troubling than anything else. So he decides to offer a distraction of sorts. He smiles and roots around in his basket to pull out the wheel of cheese. "Here we are. We should eat our dinner before we move ahead to dessert. We do not want the wine to go straight to us, do we?"
It would be a nice break from their misery. An evening of wine and chocolate and cheese. It doesn't matter that it is cheap and can't hold a candle to the inexpensive delicacies of Paris. What matters is forgetting about the death all around them and the stupidity of their friends, if only for the evening.
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"That doesn't even sound like him," he announces, tossing the note over his shoulder in a dramatic show. Indeed, he's never known Enjolras (not even a lovesick Enjolras) to say anything so overtly romantic. "And besides that, he's a fool if he thinks you can survive off of bonbons and sugary wine. If he were properly doing his duty and truly loving you, would he not supply you with more substantive food? And why not send a basket to me as well? Have I not been a loyal and faithful lieutenant to him? Did I not fight and die at his side?"
That is likely of little solace to Venus, he realizes. In fact, it's likely to be more troubling than anything else. So he decides to offer a distraction of sorts. He smiles and roots around in his basket to pull out the wheel of cheese. "Here we are. We should eat our dinner before we move ahead to dessert. We do not want the wine to go straight to us, do we?"
It would be a nice break from their misery. An evening of wine and chocolate and cheese. It doesn't matter that it is cheap and can't hold a candle to the inexpensive delicacies of Paris. What matters is forgetting about the death all around them and the stupidity of their friends, if only for the evening.