Your Young Men Shall Dream Dreams
"I dreamed last night." Jehan's smile is gentle, and overlies a quiet fear.
"Oh?" Combeferre loves to hear of other's dreams, and will always listen to his friends'.
Jehan nods. "We talked, the two of us, about the difference between sunrises and sunsets, and the Zeitergiest, and the old realms of the Xhosa, and great triumphs and follies of queens, and fractured verses of Sappho's love…"
He pauses. There is more.
"…And?"
Jehan's breath comes shaky and stilted, and he can feel his blush burning under his skin.
"…And I kissed you."
Combeferre's smile does not fade, rather, it brightens.
