[Everything crackles for a moment with the sharp rush of an exhale, the obvious shifting of weight on Enjolras's end. Grantaire can probably imagine the unhappy beginnings of an impulse to pace fretting through him.]
What does this-- do for you, exactly? All of this?
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[Everything crackles for a moment with the sharp rush of an exhale, the obvious shifting of weight on Enjolras's end. Grantaire can probably imagine the unhappy beginnings of an impulse to pace fretting through him.]
What does this-- do for you, exactly? All of this?