"Enjolras…"
He stood still, completely ignoring her, never looking away from the door in the other side of the street."Ras…" She tried again, frowning deeply. He didn't look at her.
"Enjolras, goddammit, I'm talking to you!" Eponine yelled in a hushed voice, as she smacked her fiancé's arm. He flinched a little at the action, finally looking at her with wide eyes.
"That was not necessary, Eponine." He said.
"You don't have to do this!" She said, ignoring his comment.
He sighed exasperated. "How many times must I tell you that I do?"
"This is completely foolish." Eponine said in an angry whisper. She was looking completely mad.
"Ponine…" He started, patiently putting a hand in her shoulder.
"Do not 'Ponine' me. You know perfectly well who these people are."
"Whatsoever, I must do this. Sooner or later we will have to tell them." He said with a stony expression in his marble face.
"Then write them a letter, send a messenger, I don't know!" She replicated, moving her hands wildly in exasperation.
"No." He said firmly, trying to stare her down as he did with his friends. She just held it, sending him daggers through her eyes. "As a gentleman I am, I must do this myself."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her in. "And you won't convince me otherwise, Eponine."
And he began crossing the narrow street.
"Enjolras!" She called for him, running to his side, worried. "Please, don't."
He looked at her, and his heart melted when he saw her face, which was covered with pure and utter concern. His mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly and he ran an arm through her shoulder, moving her closer to him.