Enjolras looks up from whatever history book he’s currently deep into, unable to hide a smile. The truth about the future of his country that Magnus had given him, now that he’s had time to process it, is practically making him radiate happiness every time he thinks of it. A pleasant enough distraction, indeed, and he’s glad to have any distraction these past two days.

“Bonjour,” he replies, amiable. “I am sorry to take up all the table space.”