Perhaps so then. There are far worse things, I think.

[Even here, and even now. And Enjolras is returning that smile, full on, for once. He has been doing more of that here than he ever has before.]

I think that I am safe. I know where he sleeps, you see, should he develop ideas of being stolen in the first place. More importantly, I know where he keeps his books.

[A greater threat, indeed, when it comes to Combeferre. Not that he has ever had to use it, but Enjolras's mind supplies it anyway, just in case.]

I think, given what has happened, it is all that I can do if I wish to do his sacrifice any justice. So that is what I aim for, yes.

And happiness is key here I should think.