He really hated when she did that. Believed she wasn't worth sitting with. Felt that he would want to be anywhere but with her. It was strange, he knew. They'd given Marius such grief for falling in love, but Enjolras could honestly say he never had. While all of his friends were more than content to take up with some woman or another, Enjolras' priorities had always been elsewhere. Oh, he'd attend events around town with a girl on his arm, sure. But it never went further than that. The fight was always first and foremost in his mind. He didn't want to get involved in something he couldn't commit to. So he'd never let feelings develop.
What if that's what this was? Feelings? For a girl whose entire head was still full of nothing but Marius Pontmercy? Brilliant. Just brilliant. Best to push that aside. No, he was much better off thinking otherwise. She was a friend, someone he was attached to. Someone from his world who could understand what he was going through in this one. And then she was bringing up Belle...
Well, if that wasn't the most confusing.... "Belle? What made you think of her? She probably has studying to do. School tomorrow and all." A wonderful friend, one of the best he'd had since losing his to the Seal and the war, but she was young with a lot of life in front of her. He hadn't even considered altering that, saddling her with someone who would someday leave this world and go...well, nowhere. He knew the truth now. What he'd assumed since arriving. He hadn't lived through his revolution.
"Eponine, there is honestly nowhere I'd rather be right now," he admitted quietly, leaning back in his chair and looking around the room. "Reminds me a bit of home. A little like the ABC, you know? You can almost see them all in here. Drinking, laughing..." He shrugged. "You're the only one who can understand that. Why do you think I'd want to spend my time anywhere else?"