#guidingferre

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( result: 49. )

     Combeferre gave a groan, finally giving up on the hopeless cynic. Of course, the man must have been drunk when the kissed happened. Why didn’t he ever think of such a thing. Possibly it was because he had accidentally fell in love with the wine-cask. Though, he could not leave the man without an answer. 

     "A week ago—but it doesn’t matter. You can ignore me." He looked downed, a red tint coming to his cheeks as he walked away.

     The artist's brow pulled together in a frown at that: a week ago. An entire week. How had he not remembered doing that? It was sad that he hadn't remembered, and he felt like a complete arsehole -- Combeferre wouldn't have brought it up had he not thought it important to. Maybe he was even hopeful, and Grantaire had just crushed whatever his reasons were by not remembering. He liked Combeferre, there had always been something about the other man, but he'd never really thought about what before. Apparently his drunker self had, though, and apparently liked what he saw. Liked enough to actually kiss someone in the circle of friends that were like his family.

     Kissed.

                   Combeferre.

     Grantaire had kissed Combeferre. And Grantiare was one-hundred percent sure that he had no memory of doing that whatsoever -- which was both worrying and upsetting. He would have liked the memory of kissing him to stick forever, but apparently it hadn't even stuck, what, overnight? He really didn't know, and now he was going to have to ask. What an awkward conversation that was going to be for the both of them.

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Grantaire hadn’t been sleeping when he heard it, he had been sitting up in bed sketching  from the mere light of the moon — which, yeah, Don’t do that, it’s bad for your eyes. It was a thump!, like something had just fallen, or been knocked to the floor. His imagination, could run wild, though, and instead of writing it off as most likely one of Combeferre’s books falling from the table, he wrote it down as a murderer.