Once again, R can't hide a wince at himself for what feels like the dozenth time tonight. Going on a date with Gabriel was wonderful, but it's made him incredibly self-aware and left him on edge. He'd survived the conversation but he's still convinced it wasn't good enough. It wasn't what Gabriel deserved or probably expected. Because it's Grantaire-- no one should sit through an hour of stupid chit-chat with him.

"He's boyfriend of the year. I get it. I'm glad he's good to you," he says with a pained look, not really even sure why he's saying this anymore. He was happy two seconds ago, for the first time in a while, but for some reason he just can't seem to remember that now. "Anyone would pick Courfeyrac. Hell, even I'd say yes if he asked. I'm not blaming you for it."