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Enjolras watches Grantaire paint. It’s a beautiful thing but he just… doesn’t understand it.
He understands in principle, the paint goes on the brushes goes on the canvas.
But the intricacies…
The way the colours mix and how Grantaire knows from looking what they will make before he touches them, the different textures different brushes will make if they are moved like this or that. For that matter why each brush must be used for a different paint.
He was banned from assisting after he passed a brush Grantaire has reserved for a certain kind of paint, and which was ruined when Grantaire didn’t notice until after it was saturated.
Enjolras loves to watch though, watch his love focused with that adorable lip bite.
Enjolras doesn’t understand how he can pretend to care so little, he has so much passion for so much, his art especially.
He doesn’t understand Grantaire, but he loves him.