^_^ Thaaaaank you. They are so my OTP. Liek whoa, my friend.

(Yesyesyes?)

Combeferre sketches while he speaks. The lovely young man who engaged him does not seem pleased, is not patient. He speaks more sharply, more audaciously, as if he wishes to enrage this calm man, but Combeferre is not easily enraged. After a pause, a phrase so hot and ugly it could burn the air or the tongue, he leans across the table and kisses Combeferre hard. There is no other way he can win.