Enjolras bit his lip. He felt terrible for George.
He was distracted for a moment by the question that she asked.
He smiled at Grantaire and squeezed his hand. "And I love him too, very much," he said.
"Oh, are they? That is wonderful to hear," he said, smiling warmly. She was a wonderful child. He glanced at Grantaire. He would love that, with his husband.