It was the barely contained amusement creeping onto Joly's face that tipped him off. Less angrily than curiously, Enjolras turned to regard the screen with a certain cool disdain. Immediately, he felt a certain sense of irritation and did nothing to hide the emotion from reading across his features. In the first place, he didn't know if he'd have been capable of it anyway. In the second, any betrayal he felt, however slight and even expected, could only serve to improve the complex if tawdry narrative they were weaving
He looked away again, allowing the drama of the moment to run its course without interruption. Someone would be watching this, someone would be taking note of his reaction.
"Knight errant, indeed. How quickly he finds another young woman to protect." What had been a vague sense of approval, or less generously, acquiescence, was now very clearly the beginnings of a stoically restrained anger. "I suppose I brought this upon myself."
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He looked away again, allowing the drama of the moment to run its course without interruption. Someone would be watching this, someone would be taking note of his reaction.
"Knight errant, indeed. How quickly he finds another young woman to protect." What had been a vague sense of approval, or less generously, acquiescence, was now very clearly the beginnings of a stoically restrained anger. "I suppose I brought this upon myself."