Verse 04 -- Video

[poeticverses]

[Compared to Jehan's last post a week or so ago, he looks much better. He's slept, he's eaten, and he's up for trying to interact with people again. He smiles a bit shyly when the feed clicks on, blushing as he usually is]

I wanted to apologize if my...behavior last month upset anyone. I was not feeling well and wasn't thinking clearly. I hope that anyone I upset or worried can forgive me. Ah...and I wanted to thank everyone who offered assistance. I am--it was greatly appreciated.

[Understatement of the centuries. This is followed by some private messages, all of which are absurdly easy to crack. The guy's from 1832. He's just happy he can make the private.]

[Original Amis sans Marius]

[The smile's gone, and Jehan is serious]

I wanted to...to remind everyone that should you feel as I did last month I am here to listen or talk or simply keep you company. I know what happens when you shut yourself away, now. I do not want that to happen to any of you.

[Dorian Gray]

[Shyly:]

Is it too late to accept your offer of that flute, Dorian?

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video; -> action no regrets

[chiot]

Wait! Wait, wait.

[ Sorry, Jehan. It's a matter of minutes before Gavroche is wriggling his way through your window. ]

Then why's your face all red?

action omg ihu XD

[poeticverses]

[Good God. Jehan jumps when Gavorche climbs through his window]

I, ah, blush frequently and over nothing. Hello.

[chiot]

No y'don't! [ HE tries to get through nimbly like normal, but winds up catching his jacket on the frame and tumbling face first into his suite. Whoops. Give him a second to sit up. ]

I seen you before!

[poeticverses]

[Jehan goes to help Gavroche because whoops]

You may ask everyone who knows me--I really do blush quite frequently. Are you alright?

[Trying to change the topic]

[chiot]

M'fine! [ JUST TELL HIM THE TRUTH. ] You acted all funny an' now you're changin' the subject!

[poeticverses]

[How is the twelve year old gamin so damn smart?! Jehan splutters a bit before sighing. Still blushing though]

Dorian and I are much closer than simply friends. Than brothers.

[chiot]

[ Gavroche takes a small moment before he pieces two and two together. More than brothers, huh? ] Why y'gotta be hidin' that from your friends?

[poeticverses]

There is...

[Jehan sighs before he sits down. What is his life?]

It is habit. There is a stigma, back home, about relationships like that and it is best if they are hidden. [A bit dryly] Of course, that hasn't stopped Enjolras and the others from finding out.

[chiot]

Yeah--I know. [ BUT: ] Why you tried to hide it from everyone else? 'Course they're gonna figure out. They care about you. An' you know all of 'em care about equality more than who you're kissin'.

[poeticverses]

I...I was not certain of their reactions. Enjolras, I knew, would not care, nor would Grantaire but Combeferre and Courfeyrac I was not sure of. I felt it best to hide it, rather than risk my friendships.

[chiot]

That sounds stupid. [ Straight to the point. ] They ain't your friends if they don't stand by you, so why'd you be afraid to tell 'em? Then you thought they weren't really your friends. Makes no sense!

[poeticverses]

Unfortunately, that's how it is. Was. Old habits die hard.

[He smiles a bit]

You've quite a bit of sense for a boy, Gavroche.

[chiot]

It's common sense. I think you adults just forgot a bunch when you start worryin'.

[poeticverses]

[That gets a laugh out of Jehan again]

That we do.

[chiot]

I mean-- [ Oh no, Jehan, that laughter is encouraging him to share his views. ] --You guys worry about whatcha look like an' what you say but if you just be who you are normally and don't fool no one, no one would have that problem to begin with!

[poeticverses]

Unfortunately, there are times where we cannot be who we wish to be. My mother, for example, would have had a fit if she knew about what I got up to in Paris. Trips home were full of carefully worded responses and hiding my books from her.

[chiot]

Then it's best y'just get ridda your mom mom, then. I mean I don't, an' I'm fine. [ SHRUG ]

[poeticverses]

[Mildly horrified at the very thought:]

God, I could never do that. She is one of the most important people in my life.

[And it hurts, a little, to know that he can never see her again. Not in France]

[chiot]

Hey. [ Gavroche is trying to clap him on the shoulder like he's seen many other men do, trying to give advice to one another. ] It's time y'moved away from the nest, huh?

[poeticverses]

[He laughs a bit]

I moved away from home nearly ten years ago. I just love my mother very much.

[chiot]

Then you're a lucky man an' gotta hold on to that, I guess. If y'know your mom. [ Hmmm is that a brief, breif hint of bitterness? Yes, yes it is. ]

[poeticverses]

You do not?

[chiot]

I seen her face around a bit, huh? [ Casual shrug. ] I recognize her, anyway. [ That's the same thing, right? ] If that counts as knowin', then yeah.

[poeticverses]

...may I ask why you do not know her very well?

[chiot]

'Cause I left. [ Or, more accurately, he was kicked to the curb. Still--Gavroche's tone is light, almost airy. ] It don't matter, does it? M'still Gavroche.