And yet he was intripid.

Grantaire allowed himself to smile a bit wider. He slowly rubbed his thumb over Jehan’s, a comforting gesture. “Of course, Jehan,” he replied, the smile still playing on his lips. He kept his hand in Jehan’s. “Anything for you.”

Jehan placed his head in his hand, smiling sweetly at the other. "You're far too kind, mon cher," he said softly, watching the way his thumb moved over the back of his hand. He took another drink of his beer, eyes meeting the other's. "It's weird, I've never talked about this with someone. Other than Joly, of course."

Grantaire shook his head and reached across the table, placing a hand over Jehan’s and squeezing gently. “We aren’t looking at you differently, Jehan,” he said quietly. “Your cancer is not what defines you, and we know this. You will not be looked at differently by us, because you are our friend after all.” He then smiled a bit. “You’re always going to be our little flower.”

Jehan bit his lower lip as Grantaire squeezed his hand, and he felt himself blush softly, looking down. He shifted in his seat, and he let out a long breath. "I--Thank you, Grantaire," he said softly, looking back up at him slowly. He cleared his throat, his free hand running through his hair. He squeezed the other's hand, and smiled wider, offering a little laugh. "I really appreciate this."

"Well," Grantaire began, his eyes on Jehan’s finger that drew patters on the table. "Joly, of course. Combeferre, as well, and Courfeyrac. He told Enjolras, but Enjolras hasn’t told any of the others." He looked at Jehan again. 

Jehan groaned, thanking the waitress as the beers were delivered. "So most of them know," he said finally. "So much for keeping this a secret," he grimaced, taking a long drink of his beer. "I didn't want this to get out. Shit, I mean, I was fine with Doctor Joly knowing, because he's been my doctor for a whole now, and that's how I met all you guys. But I didn't want this to be what..Defined me. The cancer. I didn't want people to look at me differently.

Grantaire sat across from Jehan and smiled warmly. He drummed his fingers on the table for a second as he thought. “Just a beer is fine, thank you.” He replied after a moment. He normally had something harder, but he wanted to stay sober in order to have a normal conversation with Jehan.

Jehan raised two fingers, calling out an order of two beers, and he smiled back over at the other. "So, Grantaire," he hummed lightly, index finger drawing idle patterns against the wood of the table. "Who else of our friends know?"

Grantaire watched him, silent, listening as Jehan spoke. He gave him a smile, a genuine one which didn’t happen as often as he would like. “I know, Jehan,” he replied softly, placing a hand on Jehan’s shoulder and squeezing gently. “You’re still you, I’m aware. And I won’t treat you any differently, I never planned to.”

Jehan offered a more genuine smile, and he grinned wide. "Good," he nodded his head, shifting on his toes. "Now come sit down, and I'll buy you a drink," he piped, moving to an open table, Keats sitting down at his heels. "What do you want?"

Jehan offered a small smile, finishing off the beer. "Thank you," he offered. "I'm happy to see you, R. Really. It's just that...You don't have to look at me like that, okay?" he tilted his head. "I'm still me, y'know. Nothin's changed," he promised, standing up and running a hand through his hair. "Promise me you won't treat me any different. I don't want people to treat me different."

Jehan let out a little groan, rubbing his face roughly. "Look, I know that you know, okay," he said finally. "Dunno if doctor Joly told you or what, but I can tell when people know. And it's not a big deal, okay?" he glanced back up at the other. "I'm okay. And I'll continue to be okay."

Jehan frowned a bit at the comment, straightening himself up. "I'm doing wonderful," he insisted, patting the side of Keat's head. "Splendid, in fact, and you?" he took a long sip of his beer, offering it out to the other to drink.