"You didn't hug us goodbye!" Courfeyrac laughs as he puts on a fake frown.

"I'm not sure I want to-" Marius backs up against the door.

"Combeferre and Jehan haven't gotten sick. You'll be fine. I want a hug."

"Fine..." he huffs, giving probably the quickest hug anyone had ever given before practically darting out the door, and Courfeyrac is convinced he can hear him pull out a bottle of hand sanitizer.

"That was evil," Jehan giggles as he hands Courfeyrac his plate, which is heaped with two pancakes, fresh fruit, and to top it all off, there's a bottle of syrup on the table. "Very evil."

"He'll be fine. Cosette's dad has it, and he's around theirs all the time," Enjolras shrugs, accepting his own plate of pancakes.

Enjolras wolfs his breakfast quickly, any nausea he'd felt over the past few days seeming to have completely faded. Courfeyrac, however, is struggling. He enjoys the pancakes, he just wishes he was hungrier. He's not feeling sick or anything, he just doesn't have much of an appetite; it doesn't help that his throat is so painful that he feels as if it's about to close up for all of eternity. It upsets him slightly, because he knows that some of his lethargy is caused by a lack of food, but he knows he can't eat much more by the time he's eaten the fruit and three quarters of a pancake. Jehan ruffles his curls and sighs, lifting the plate from his friend's knees before the thought of having to eat more food makes him anxious.

"It's okay," Jehan returns to the living room, joining his hand with Courfeyrac's as he sits down beside him. "Try eating something more at lunch and dinner, and if not, there's always tomorrow, alright?"

"Sorry," is all he manages to force from his aching throat.

Enjolras runs off back into his room, finally feeling up to at least planning his essay. Courfeyrac isn't feeling ill per say... He's just fed up, and curls up beside Jehan. He's tired of being ill, and just wants to be able to eat the stupidly large amount of food he usually gets through in a day. It's just how he's feeling, so he can't help it when he begins to let the salty tears fall from his eyes.

Jehan hates it when people cry, but if there's anyone he hates seeing cry the most, it's Courfeyrac. His face always contorts from a half-hearted smile to a wide eyed frown, his cheeks reddening whilst the rest of his skin pales to ghost white. He bites his lip, knowing that if he doesn't the tears are going to hit so fast that he can't control them, and his body shakes with the suppressed sobs.

But it's his eyes. Normally, his eyes sparkle and match the smile spreading across his face, but when he's crying, his eyes are red-rimmed and glassy, and filled to the brim with tears.

"Hey..." Jehan's grip on his hand grows tighter. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just... emotional," he laughs between a sob. "Just... Thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Being here for us over the past week. You were only supposed to be here for a day, yet you've stayed with us. You've went without sleep, you've comforted us, you've helped Enjolras, you've taken some of the load off Combeferre... You've been so great, Prouvaire. I am never going to be able to repay you. It can't have been fun looking after us all, but you stayed anyway. You put up with me being clingy, and Enjolras' stubborness and Grantaire's cynicism... I know I haven't thanked you much all week, but... Thank you. Thank you so much. I'd have been a mess if you weren't around. Combeferre's lovely, but you... You're gentler. He'll force me to tell him how I'm feeling, but you just let me cry or let me speak or let me do whatever I need to do to feel better."

"Courfeyrac..." Jehan smiles, tears beginning to form in his own eyes before he has the chance to wipe them away.

"This week... I've been so close to panicking and just making myself worse, and if you hadn't been here... I would have let it get to me. I've taken you for granted all week; you've just been here and I haven't thought about how you must be feeling... You must be exhausted-... I take you for granted all of the time. You're always here, yet I still insist on flirting with every other guy or girl I meet, as if I'm still trying to make sure that you're right for me."

"Courfeyrac, you're rambling. That can't be good for your throat."

"I know... Sorry for being so teary-"

"No, it's no wonder you're upset. You've had a week of hell and you're allowed to cry about it."

"What is it with you?"

"What?"

"You just... You understand people. You know exactly what to say and how to act. Combeferre has this habit of trying to get you to stop crying, and cheer up but... I need to let it out sometimes. And Enjolras... he just doesn't have time for tears-"

"Courf, you're rambling again.

"Point is, I love you Jehan. I love you..."

"I love you too."

They're relationship wasn't exactly complicated; at the current moment it was somewhere between platonic and romantic, the exact level of which changing from day to day. They'd been together seriously for a while- or 'a while' under Courfeyrac's standards- but they soon grew to feel tied down, as if commitment had ruined the initial passion and closeness that had brought them together in the first place. They knew they were just about perfect for each other, but both of them wanted to go out and experiment and be able to meet other people without it being a bad thing. So that's what they did. Of course now though, it's become difficult for them to decipher whether it's the right time to settle down. On days like today, the thought is considered in both of their minds, but on other days they'd both rather flirt their way through the rest of the student cafe.