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"You'll like them. I'm sure..." Though Enjolras doesn't look sure. Far from it, really. "Maybe just Courfeyrac. I'm sure you'll like Courf...maybe...oh god, and what if you don't like Combeferre? He's my best friend ever, well so is Courfeyrac. But 'Ferre has been my friend the longest; but you two are so different, oh god, Grantaire, why don't you like Combeferre?!"
Enjolras is sounding increasingly more panicked and Grantaire definitely shouldn't be so amused (but he is, and he sees Éponine's shoulders shaking behind her big, scary book so he knows he's not alone).
"Calm down, Apollo." Enjolras manages to frown at the nickname without droping the panicked look on his face. "You do realise I still haven't met him, right? Any of them." He hopes he's hiding the hurt and the fear from his voice. Because Enjolras has met all of his friends while he only knows Bossuet (and only because Cosette was fusing over him when he broke his ankle; he still doesn't know how Cosette carried him through seven flights of stairs to her apartment, but now's not the time to think of that, he has a panicking boyfriend to calm).
Anyway, he knows he's probably not hiding anything because he can practically feel Éponine's look through the pages, but Enjolras panic has led him to introduce his forehead to the table, rather forcibly as a matter of fact, so he probably notices nothing.
Éponine puts down her book ('Introduction to Fluid Dynamics' so she's probably bored to death, Grantaire knows he would be, but then again...). Her face is carefully neutral but Grantaire can guess the amusement behind those brown eyes, he's known her that long (and yet he introduced to Enjolras even before they were properly dating, he didn't keep her locked up god knows where, like some people do with their best friends).
"I still can't believe you don't know Courfeyrac." Éponine says "He knows everyone."
Enjolras scoffs and Grantaire thinks he can hear him mutter 'Or so he says' to the table. But he ignores him in favour of...
"Wait, you know him?" Now that's just wrong and unfair, and how come he didn't know?
"He's a friend of Marius." She does look kind of sorry, so he forgives her; even if it's now obvious Cosette knows him as well, and noone thought of telling him. "I think they roomed together in freshman year." She pauses, probably for effect, while a smirk slowly takes over her face. "He also flirted with me at Marius' birthday party." (Now Enjolras just mutters 'Figures') "You know, the one you were too occupied to attend."
Enjolras' head snaps up at the second part of Éponine's statement; but Grantaire is too busy laughing at the first part to even notice.
"He didn't know?"
Éponine's smirk grows bigger. "No. Though, to his credit, he did catch up rather quickly, what with the death glare Cosette was throwing at him. Marius tried too look mad too but he only succeeded in looking like a slightly crossed puppy." Grantaire laughes again, this time louder, and wishes with all he has he could've been there. Though, in all honesty, he has no problem imagining it (but he can't imagine Caurfeyrac's reaction because he hasn't met him, and that makes his laughter die away).
"Wait, wait, wait!" Enjolras' panicked look is still there, but has been slightly overtaken by a pronounced frown "What, pray tell, were you too occupied doing?" Those two words are said with such disgust that Éponine and Grantaire can't help but laugh.
"Don't worry, my dearest Apollo, it was before we met."
Enjolras still doesn't seem placated, and is about to say something (probably along the lines of 'We could've met at that party if you hadn't been too occupied with some other guy'), but Éponine cuts in before he can. "If it makes you feel better, R, Courfeyrac has Bahorel's stamp of approval. And Cosette has forgave him...I think."
"Bahorel gives his approval way too easily." He says with a small smile that doesn't quite light up his eyes And it's not really Courfeyrac the one that worries me. "I'll relax when Feuilly approves."
Éponine chuckles while Enjolras groans and smacks his head agaisnt the table once more. Feuilly still doesn't completely approve of him.