Courfeyrac's eyes widened. "You are both interested. You sound very certain. What happened?"
Grantaire wrapped an arm around Enjolras, encouraging him to lean on him. He'd missed him. "A young lady, Combeferre?" He chuckled. "She sounds... ideal."
Combeferre smiled. "We... spoke. We know there may be something there, but again: we just met. Relax, Courfeyrac. These things take time."