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[wouldhave]

[He can picture Enjolras in his mind's eye. The frown, the shift of his shoulders.]

If you mean the wine, it helps soften the hard edges of the world into something bearable. If you mean the blowjob, well. You said you'd figure that out yourself. [Pause- and his tone gains a mocking edge.] I can't imagine what else you might mean, as that's all there is to me.

[logomachist]

[There's more. There's more, but it feels impossible to scratch the surface when his entire body is ready to throw itself back into the fray at even the slightest provocation.]

Why me, then? Why interrupt this specifically?

[wouldhave]

If I recall correctly, you're the one who called me.

[logomachist]

You texted me. [And, admittedly, he had texted back. And called. But still.] And you keep coming back.

[wouldhave]

I guess it never crossed your mind that I'd spend time with you lot just because you're my friends.

[And to him, that friendship is worth a fuckload more than your revolutionary ideas about changing the world.]

[logomachist]

[It mostly makes sense. It's mostly easy to love the group as a whole. But.]

Am I?

[wouldhave]

[He hesitates, the silence stretching into seconds.

Fuck. Why is he out of wine? He attempts to rally-]

When did you turn into a teenage girl?

[logomachist]

I'm trying to understand.

[Needs to, because it's currently logic-defying, but that isn't something to say out loud.]

[wouldhave]

Christ. You can be really thick sometimes. [He aims for sarcastic, but can't quite manage it.]

Sure, Enjolras. We're friends.

[logomachist]

Good.

[King of the logomachs, over here.

To be fair, Grantaire can probably imagine the twist of his lips and slight cant of his head, preparing another thought with a careful sort of silence.

It just reads less well over the phone.]

[wouldhave]

[He takes in a breath, lets it out slowly. It's good that they're friends. "Good".

Fuck his entire life.]

I'll make friendship bracelets if you like. In red, white and blue.

[logomachist]

What, instead of arguing?

[wouldhave]

I'm a talented individual with two entire skills. I can argue and make bracelets.

[Self-depreciating sarcasm is the way out of this, he's sure.]

[logomachist]

You should, then. [It's almost nice. It's almost amiable.] Be about halfway useful.

[So close.]

[wouldhave]

[a laugh escapes him, a choked off surprised sound]

Who knew it would take bracelets to get into your good books? I can do necklaces too, if that'll endear me to you even more.

[logomachist]

At least it's creative. Taking something and adding value to it. Not-- [Phones are imperfect. Gestures don't translate. What's more, they usually nearly make him drop his own phone.] --destructive for no reason.

[wouldhave]

[For a moment he can't breathe. Is that what Enjolras thinks of him? Really thinks of what he's capable of?

Quietly-] I'm not as useless as you think I am.

[logomachist]

Prove it.

[wouldhave]

Sure. [And then with humour he doesn't feel.] I'll suck your dick.

[logomachist]

While you're arguing with me?

[Which, actually.]

[wouldhave]

I'm a man of hidden talents.

[Right now he's wondering whether he's talented enough to maintain this conversation without making Enjolras completely pissed off at him.]

[logomachist]

[Neither of them are batting .300, clearly, but there's been a surprising lack of abruptly hanging up on either end.]

Why keep them hidden?

[wouldhave]

Did you want me to blow you under the table at the Corinthe before, after, or during your meetings?

[logomachist]

After.

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wait.]

If at all.

[wouldhave]

[He chokes. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE. THE CORRECT ANSWER IS: shut up, Grantaire]

That explains it. I tend to hang out with Jolllly and L'aigles after the meetings. No time for my skills to be made known. [Also you're generally pissed off at him by then so.]