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“Why are you telling me this Enjolras?”
Combeferre was in shock, confused and upset and almost running late for a cake tasting. He wasn’t prepared to deal with this.
“Because you can’t marry Grantaire!” Enjolras cried out, he had his hands in his hair and he looked...desperate. Combeferre had never seen him like this, didn’t know that Enjolras had this in him at all.
“Of course I’m marrying Grantaire,” Combeferre said with more calm and patience than he really felt, “I love Grantaire, I want to spend the rest of my life with him, that’s why I asked him to marry me.”
“But you can’t!” Enjolras whined out, sounding distressingly like a toddler who was being stubborn and wasn’t getting his way.
“Look, Enjolras, despite what you may or may not feel for me,” Combeferre was not prepared to deal with that can of worms at the moment, “waiting until I’m engaged to mention anything was not your best idea. I’m marrying Grantaire in six months, but, and I don’t mean to sound harsh my friend, even if I wasn’t we wouldn’t work romantically anyway. I’m sorry if this is difficult for you to accept, and I completely understand if you need time, and of course I will understand you missing the wedding, but it is going to happen Enjolras.”
It was difficult to look at Enjolras’ hurt expression, but Combeferre felt he owed it to his friend to look him in the eyes for this. It was hurting both of them, but ‘Ferre knew it was hurting his friend much more than he.
“I have to go and meet R,” he murmured apologetically, “but I truly hope our friendship will be strong enough to overcome this.”
Thoughts were tumbling through Combeferre’s brain all the way to the bakery he was meeting Grantaire at, and he almost walked right past the shorter man stood outside.
“I almost thought you were going to be late,” R laughed and god did ‘Ferre love that sound. Grantaire must’ve noticed something in his expression though because he instantly sobered up before placing a hand on ‘Ferre’s arm, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah love, I’m just fine.”