“O tempora, o mores,” Enjolras said, frowning as he rubbed under Comet’s chin. He didn’t seem to be quoting Cicero with the healthy amount of sarcasm that was needed, and looked like he was maintaining the sort of righteous anger towards high finance which was quite sexy but ultimately futile. It felt like the right moment to kiss someone whose image he’d lasso tooled into dozens of absurd situations.
Grantaire leaned in. Enjolras stopped petting the dog.
One awesome discovery of the night: there’s a 1955 adaptation of Les Mis set in the context of Indian independence. And it’s entirely on YouTube! The only problem is that it’s in Hindi and probably has never been subtitled.