He hadn't the slightest idea as to who this Camus person was, but he resolved that he would ask Enjolras about it once he was dead. Such a depressing thought.
"He sent something, in the beginning. I have been unfair in my description of him." It was inaccurate to claim he'd been abandoned by his friend. He had the sleeping bag and the knife thanks to Enjolras. He and Marius and Cosette had eaten well in the first few weeks thanks to Enjolras' generosity. That said, it had been four weeks since he'd received anything at all, not even a note of encouragement. However, the more Courfeyrac thought of it, the more it made sense. Enjolras was not sentimental by nature. His passions existed in another realm. He dealt with life and loss and love and death in a way that Courfeyrac sought to understand but never really could. And if he, who had known and studied with Enjolras for years could not fully master his nature, how could Venus be expected to understand him innately?
"Our friend's favor always come with a tax. We each must decide if we are willing to pay in order to welcome him into our sphere. He is more intense than anyone I have ever known and I love him for that. And one cannot burn with such heat or light without engulfing their surroundings. If you choose closeness, you implicitly accept that he may light a fire in you as well."
Catching the caramel easily, he popped the confection into his mouth, savoring the sweetness. It wasn't like the candies from home, but it would do.
"Perhaps he is sending a message that you should make use of it before you return to him." It was smart and a little cruel, but he was certain Venus would not think him too rude in the moment. "It is alright. Marius felt I could benefit from strawberry massage oils."
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"He sent something, in the beginning. I have been unfair in my description of him." It was inaccurate to claim he'd been abandoned by his friend. He had the sleeping bag and the knife thanks to Enjolras. He and Marius and Cosette had eaten well in the first few weeks thanks to Enjolras' generosity. That said, it had been four weeks since he'd received anything at all, not even a note of encouragement. However, the more Courfeyrac thought of it, the more it made sense. Enjolras was not sentimental by nature. His passions existed in another realm. He dealt with life and loss and love and death in a way that Courfeyrac sought to understand but never really could. And if he, who had known and studied with Enjolras for years could not fully master his nature, how could Venus be expected to understand him innately?
"Our friend's favor always come with a tax. We each must decide if we are willing to pay in order to welcome him into our sphere. He is more intense than anyone I have ever known and I love him for that. And one cannot burn with such heat or light without engulfing their surroundings. If you choose closeness, you implicitly accept that he may light a fire in you as well."
Catching the caramel easily, he popped the confection into his mouth, savoring the sweetness. It wasn't like the candies from home, but it would do.
"Perhaps he is sending a message that you should make use of it before you return to him." It was smart and a little cruel, but he was certain Venus would not think him too rude in the moment. "It is alright. Marius felt I could benefit from strawberry massage oils."