"I love you" he whispered softly against the other man's neck. His body curled up to the other one that wrapped a firm arm around his small body.
"I know" he said quietly, his voice filled with the emotion he wanted to hear. Emotion comes from love just as it comes from pain, the pain of knowing what he had to do and what would happen. But he did not tolerate pain. He was the sort to laugh at his pain and ignore its existence, focus instead on others pain, that's what he liked. Isn't it?
The Musain was bustling with the lives of young men forced into proximity with one another in a sort of friendship. Enjolras was impatiently pacing in a rage as he roared about whatever issue it was that struck him that week. Courfeyrac wasn't paying attention. He was watching young Jehan, the beautiful poet seated next to him as he twisted a flower between his fingers and watched it with a nervousness he rarely used. Usually he would be watching Enjolras with the love he gave all of his friends, but instead something was wrong. Courfeyrac nudged him, forcing the poet to look at him. His eyes were scared, yet.. they contained something new. A sparkle. Courfeyrac felt his breath hitch as he thought of the possibility staring him down- after months of pining after the poet, the poet finally had a sparkle to give back to Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac smiled contently- surely Jehan was just nervous because the feelings wouldn't be returned. But he had no reason to fear.
"Are you okay? You seem nervous." Courfeyrac whispered, careful not to disturb Enjolras.
"I.." Jehan blushed and looked down at the flower. "Something happened."
You fell for me Courfeyrac smiled at what he knew would be Jehan's revelation. "Would you like to talk about it?" Courfeyrac smiled encouringly.
"Can it stay between the two of us?" Jehan gave him that smile, the perfect one that reached his eyes, that sang to Courfeyrac, and it took all of his self control no to grab his little poet.
"Of course" Courfeyrac whispered.
"I.. " again, that cute little blush as he glanced down, "I have a boyfriend. We..its been a month"
A boyfriend.
For a month.
He never said anything.
No.
It wasn't about Courfeyrac.
It was about
"A boyfriend?" Courfeyrac hissed, all hints of happiness gone in a second.
"Yes, please keep your voice down" Jehan urged quietly.
"You. You have a boyfriend." Courfeyrac's voice gradually rose to hysterics as he came to grips with this new reality. "FOR A MONTH?"
"Courfeyrac!" Jehan hissed, but the damage was done. All of the young men were staring at the two, at Courfeyrac's pained expression as he stood and Jehan's nervous glances around the room.
"Courfeyrac!" Enjolras echoed angrily, but he was silenced by the other men questioning Jehan. Courfeyrac stalked away angrily, out the door and to the nearest bar with whores he could find.