The look in Marius' eyes was almost enough to ease his anger. It was nearly enough to send him over the edge of rage and into the sunlight of forgiveness. What had Marius really done to deserve it anyway? Marius had always been dreamy and listless. That was to be expected on his accord. It was Enjolras who was the problem.

"There is no argument. Forget I've said anything. I know I need not ask that you do that." He didn't bother looking at Enjolras any longer, focusing instead on Marius. "I am leaving. Do what you will, I will not begrudge you. And when your friend here is in more generous and kindly spirits, perhaps we will have the opportunity to speak again. Farewell, Marius."

And with that, Courfeyrac stood to prepare to leave.