"Thank you," he says quietly, nuzzling at Laertes' cheek. "I did not mean to unburden myself so in the midst of all this...baguette mess." --Well, he hadn't meant to at all, really, but Saint-Just had come up and brought out all his insecurities. "You keep me grounded," he adds quietly. "If you had been in Paris with us, we would have been -- you, me, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, we would have been a force to be reckoned with. Even more of one than we were.'