I Lose All Sense Of Reason [open post]

[summerdude]

Magnus is walking down the front steps of the Mansion, freshly-loaded bag of food in tow, ruminating on a few of his most recent and devastatingly embarrassing conversations, when he hears footsteps behind him.

Well. He did tell Galahad he'd ask everyone. Might as well start now. "Can you explain the birds and the bees -- I mean, sex -- to me?" he demands, even before he sees who it is.

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[summerdude]

"So ridiculous," Magnus agrees, laughing. "Hey, speaking of first times, since when do you and Enjolras kiss???!! I thought he was going to pine away forever."

[futaille]

Grantaire's eyes widen a bit. "Oh, since.. ah-- Wait. You thought Enjolras was going to... he wasn't... what?"

[summerdude]

"Um, yeah? Didn't I tell you, like, months ago that I saw you in his memories? Dude. Talk about, like, longing."

[futaille]

"I..." He shakes his head, collecting his thoughts. "Obviously I would have been in his memories, but he barely tolerated me. At least right up until... Until just before we got here."

[summerdude]

"Okaaaaaaay," says Magnus, who knows exactly what he saw, Grantaire!

[futaille]

"I was the pining one," replies Grantaire, who knows exactly what he lived, thank you, Magnus.

[summerdude]

"Whoa... did you guys just not, like, talk about it at all before you got here?" Magnus asks. Literally nothing will convince him that Enjolras didn't carry a torch for Grantaire when he got here.

[futaille]

"Of course not. I didn't say anything until the truth spell." This conversation is giving him the strangest feeling that he might be losing his mind.

[summerdude]

"Truth spell?" Oh, right, he remembers some people mentioning that. He frowns at the look on Grantaire's face. "It's okay, dude! It helps not to think about it as, like, lost time. Trust me. This stuff, I know about."

[futaille]

"I'm... not. I'm thinking of how incredibly lucky I am that he even agreed to a dance with me, much less what followed."

[summerdude]

Okay. Well, then. The central thesis is still there. "Happy for you, my dude."

[futaille]

Central thesis definitely undisturbed. "Thank you. I didn't... think anyone was particularly invested in this, but thank you anyway."

[summerdude]

"I'm invested in the happiness of all my friends," Magnus says, which is entirely true but doesn't capture the sort of emotional whiplash he sometimes gets when healing people or doxx Shen Yuan's fervently enthusiastic ways. "Whatever form that may take, as long as it doesn't involve trying to destroy the world or whatever."

[futaille]

"Destroying the world seems like entirely too much work. Besides, the world has nice food."

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs. Yeah, he hadn't really thought Grantaire the type to destroy the world. "Good," he says, lightly. "Agreed! Then I won't have to defeat you in a truly embarrassing moment for both of us."

[futaille]

Grantaire is the type to truly destroy a bottle of liquor, but that's about it. "I swear to do my best to keep that from happening. Which means not changing anything, so it seems simple enough."

[summerdude]

"Nah, you can change things! That's the only tool we have against it," Magnus says. "Like for example, making out or, um, whatever, with your 'unrequited'" -- here he does scare quotes -- "secretly-requited hometown lover-boy."

[futaille]

Grantaire's eyebrows knit just a bit, incredulous. "I truly cannot imagine what you might have seen to make you think that."

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs. "Dude, we were all at that dance."

[futaille]

"Well, yes, it's at least somewhat requited now. It just wasn't before."

[summerdude]

"Okay," Magnus laughs. "Whatever, dude."

[futaille]

He shrugs and smiles a little, impossibly fond. "It doesn't matter much now anyway, I suppose."

[summerdude]

"Hell no it doesn't!" Magnus says, and holds his hand up for a high-five. "Up top, dude."

[futaille]

He looks very slightly uncertain about the gesture¹, he thinks he can figure out the proper response, so, hoping he has it right, he lifts his hand and, well, high-fives² Magnus.

¹ Fun fact! High five in noun form hit the dictionary the year I was born!² Not in verb form until the next year, though.

[summerdude]

"Oh, nice one," says Magnus, impressed by the force of the slap.