"Hello."

The two friends turned to look at the man, their confused looks turning to smirks as they saw his formal demeanour. They were sat in the Musain, it was an early Tuesday morning and they were discussing Gavroche's latest cause of detention.

"Why, hello there, good sir. Would you care to take a seat?"

Enjolras glared at Courfeyrac, his mocking tone not helping the blond's tense mood, taking a seat across from the two of them tersely. He was not in the mood for games, and he really just wanted to get this over and done with.

"Well?" Combeferre prompted his friend, sitting up a little straighter.

"I need to ask you both a question."

Combeferre and Courfeyrac glanced at each other before tuning back to Enjolras, nodding their heads in unison at him.

"Well, after some careful deliberation, I have come to the decision that you two are the most suitable people to ask in terms of this subject. Your two personalities can give me a wider range of opinions on what to do and how to go about it, and-"

"Enjolras, just tell us what you want and save us the lecture. Please." Courfeyrac sighed, an amused glint in his eye.

"Is something troubling you, Enjolras?" Combeferre gently said, taking a more caring approach.

"It's not really a problem. In fact, it is actually a more opportune time than most others, reinstating my need for it to be perfect."

"What?"

"Éponine and I have been together for a while now, two years tomorrow, actually, did you know that? I can still remember when I asked her on our first date. When we sat next to the lake and I prepared a picnic, I even made her favourite cookies, and she ate all of them, which was a very good sign. Just from that fact alone I should have known our relationship would last the test of time."

The pair looked at the blond man confusedly, waiting for him to go on.

"What?" Courfeyrac said.

"Yes?"

Combeferre looked at his friend levelly. "Look, Enjolras, we need you to tell us what you wanted to talk to us about."

"Oh, oh, yes, of course."

Still, nothing.

"Enjolras, do you not want to tell us?"

"It's not that I don't want to tell you. The whole reason I came here was to tell you, ask for your opinion, and see another person's perspective. However, right now, I'm finding it difficult to say."

"Okay..." Courfeyrac looked at Combeferre.

"Okay. Um- well, how about we try and narrow the options down due to the things you've spoken about, yes?"

"That seems to be a plausible idea." Enjolras nodded at his friend.

"Good, okay. So, is this about Éponine?" Combeferre ventured.

Enjolras nodded firmly.

"And it's about your relationship with her?" Courfeyrac asked.

Another nod.

"Is it a bad thing?"

"No. It's a very good thing, in terms of-"

"No, okay, Enjolras, we don't need another explanation." Courfeyrac stated, his eyes becoming alarmed.

"What is it about your relationship that you would like to change?"

"Well, I think it is time that Éponine and I advanced in our relationship."

"In what way?" Combeferre eagerly said, he was finally getting somewhere and he didn't want to let it come to a standstill again.

"In a sexual way?"

Enjolras' face reddened dramatically at Courfeyrac's comment. Combeferre sighed, he should have known that he would say something like that.

"What? No! I mean, we already- we don't need- you just-"

"Okay, okay, I get it. You already did the deed." He cut off. "Well done for that, actually. Because, honestly, I didn't know you had it in you. You finally grew a pair and seduced dearest 'Ponine. You'll have to tell me how you did that. Because, I'm just saying, I would totally-"

"Enough!" Combeferre saw Enjolras' face reddening even further, and he knew that this time it wasn't from embarrassment, Combeferre had seen Grantaire get a blow to the cheek from talking indecently about Éponine, he didn't want Courfeyrac to join the club. "Enjolras, do you want to move up in the status of your relationship with Éponine?"

"Yes! Exactly that!"

"So, what you're saying is that you want to ask Éponine to marry you?"

Enjolras looked around, panicked. "Don't say it so loud!"

"Enjolras, the only other person here is Grantaire, and he's been asleep behind the bar counter since three AM this morning." Courfeyrac said.

"Well, that's beside the point. What about if there had been people here? Word could have gotten around fast."

"Yes, but Enjolras, nobody is here."

"But people could have been here."

"Enjolras, we're the only- we-", Combeferre sighed, "you know what? No. I'm not going to get into this."

"But-"

"No. Enjolras, do you want to ask Éponine to marry you?"

He glared at Enjolras when he took a deep breath in, the blond obviously preparing for a lecture on the hypothetical idea of people being around them. Instead, he sank in his chair and sighed. "Yes."

"Okay, and what would you like us to help you with?"

"I don't know what to do."

"In terms of what?" Courfeyrac added in.

"Everything. The ring, what to say, what to wear, where to do it. Everything."

"Okay, we will help." Combeferre smiled at his friend.

Enjolras sat straighter in his chair.

"I'm glad you've come to that conclusion, you took enough time to make up your minds."

Courfeyrac's mouth dropped open, and Combeferre closed his eyes in resignation.

/

plot bunny hit me at college. Had to get it out there.

come on, I don't own it.