A/N: I really just want to go see Les Mis in the movie theater again so bad… So I'm back! I was really busy this weekend visiting family and going on roller coasters (woo!) but that time is over and I'm back to writing.

The rest of the day neither Enjolras nor Eponine mentioned the events that had taken place earlier in the day; it would be too embarrassing to talk about it. After they had separated from their embrace, they had aimlessly wondered around the rest of the day just observing the people and thankfully had managed to stay out of trouble because trouble seemed to always find Eponine.

Eponine decided later in the afternoon that it was a good time to go the café, and Enjolras was grateful. The entire day had been awkward, and Enjolras needed a distraction. He had admitted to himself that he felt something different for Eponine than he had ever felt for anyone else in his life, but he couldn't bring himself to recognize it as anything close to 'love' or 'desire.'

Eponine led him into the café and was greeted with the sight of all Les Amis. Did they spend their time anywhere else?

"Enjolras! You have a lot of explaining to do you fool!" an angry Grantaire shouted. Enjolras winced as he turned to face him. "Also, did you steal my wallet? Why do you look like filth?"

"I told you, I am working on a project. Eponine thought that maybe she could help me understand the difficulties the poor have to go through each day just to stay alive, and then maybe instead of shouting words at them I can talk to the people," Enjolras explained briefly. Grantaire shook his head and took a swig of his bottle.

"You are too dedicated to your bloody revolution," he grumbled sauntering off.

"Dear God, Enjolras! What happened to you! You look like Eponine!" Marius shouted approaching Enjolras and Eponine. Eponine could feel her face flush with anger when Marius said that.

"Have some respect, Marius. Nothing is wrong, I'm merely learning a much needed lesson," Enjolras said. He wondered how many other people would approach him asking what had happened.

"A lesson? What sort of lesson requires… this?" Marius gasped in shock. He had always seen his friend as a perfect marble statue, always clean and articulate. But now the man who stood before him hardly resembled the Enjolras he once knew with his dirty blonde curls and his grimy skin and terrible odor.

"Marius, what is the point of the revolution?" Enjolras asked.

"To bring a change in the government! To mold a republic so the 20th century will be better than the 19th!" Marius said proudly as though he were reciting an excerpt from one of Enjolras' speeches.

"Yes that's true Marius, but who are we fighting for?" Enjolras asked. Marius looked at him curiously for several moments before responding.

"The people, of course," Marius said. Enjolras applauded him in an almost sarcastic manner. Eponine looked down at Enjolras' large shoes on her feet and smirked.

"We fight for the people. So tell me, who will fight beside us?" Enjolras pressed on leaning on his elbows and hands. Eponine was amused but slightly uncomfortable standing there.

"The people," Marius said shrugging looking rueful that he had approached Enjolras in the first place seeing as he was about to receive a lecture.

"You say 'the people' in the same tone as you would say 'cattle,'" Enjolras observed cryptically. Marius' interest was piqued at this sudden change in his close friend.

"I merely copy the words that my leader has spoken so nobly before me," Marius said plainly wondering what Enjolras was getting at.

"I have delivered countless speeches to 'the people,' I have talked at them and told them my plans, promising them of a better tomorrow. They pledge their allegiance to my cause, but I cannot understand the pain of these people who have so loyally devoted their lives towards my cause. I have treated them like cattle, assuming they will follow my lead and do as I say, but I haven't even bothered to get to know the people and understand what they go through. I have been living with 'nice things' all my life; good food, fine clothes, and an excellent education, and right now I am familiarizing myself with the life of the poor so I can truly understand what I am fighting for," Enjolras explained carefully and passionately.

Eponine was staring at him in admiration at his carefully chosen words, but Marius was obviously lost.

"How exactly have you been doing this 'familiarizing'? Did you sleep out on the streets?" Marius asked incredulously.

"Not only did I sleep on the streets last night, but for the entire course of this week, I will be staying with Eponine. Then I will have a better understanding of what the people of the slums are going through," Enjolras said. Marius shook his head and ran his hands through his hair.

"I never would have believed you would be this devoted to your revolution," Marius chuckled dryly.

"I will do what is necessary to make my revolution successful," Enjolras said solemnly. Marius looked doubtfully at Enjolras, and then looked at Eponine, and then back at Enjolras.

"I told Eponine that she should try to talk to you; I had no idea that this would happen. Oh well, whatever you plan to accomplish I wish you good luck and I will see you around the café, I presume?" Marius asked distractedly. Enjolras nodded and Marius wandered off to talk to some of the other Les Amis.

"That was really beautiful, what you said to Marius," Eponine said shyly. Enjolras almost blushed at the compliment, but then laughed inwardly at the affect she had on him.

"Thank you, Eponine. You have helped change my perspective without me even asking for help; you granted me with it. I am in your debt," Enjolras said sincerely. It was Eponine's turn to almost blush.

"You don't owe me anything, Enjolras," Eponine said firmly. Enjolras shook his head.

"Oh, but I do. Someday, I will think of something to repay you for your time," Enjolras said.

Eponine just sighed because she knew how strong willed Enjolras could be, and she knew that he wouldn't change his mind.

A/N: I wanted to write more, but then I was like 'how do I end this? I don't know I felt like this chapter was kind of a filler because some action is going to happen in the next chapter. But the 'debt' that Enjolras has to Eponine might be important later or it might not be… I can't really decide…