"Combeferre won’t be troubled. He’s more excited than I am. Besides, I’m fairly sure he’s planning on using the hot police uniform to seduce—"

Grantaire paused, glancing at the ceiling. Right, it was a secret. No one was supposed to know. Brujon had told him that Theodule didn’t trust him. Brujon had even asked him to put in a good word for him, and Grantaire still hadn't, oops. Well, he could do that later. In any case, it would be, in all aspects, a bad idea.

"—seduce the person that he likes very, very much and would do pretty much anything to have sex with, don’t ask questions." 

"Oh, you’ll be troubled?" He asked, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips. "In what way?"

Grantaire huffed, hiding his face with his palm. “Whatever. If you say so,” he said, wrinkling his nose, sitting up and brushing imaginary dust off of his jeans. It wasn't true. He didn't believe him. He looked at Theodule, his gaze tracing over his jaw, his cheekbones. His eyes. “Not as handsome as you, though. You are completely out of my league.”

Yes you will let me pay. 

"Fuck you," said Grantaire, sounding horrified. He pouted.

He wanted to argue. Really, he did. If he hadn't been so emotionally consumed by everything that had happened barely an hour earlier, Grantaire would have argued. But he had argued enough for one day. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, pretending to think for several moments, really only using the time to appreciate Theodule's face. 

I CAME BACK HOME FROM SCHOOL

AND

OMFG