Grantaire

He remembers the harshness, yes, but harshness had always been a part of Enjolras, and it never once affected his regard. It was rare for him to have given any reason not to be harsh, at any rate, in part by design. He'd already been weighed by himself and found wanting, after all, so why offer more to the one whose opinion had the greatest value. That opinion, after all, was much more positively swayed by far grander things than he could muster. Here, though...

"You, difficult to be friendly with? Not at all. Your friendship, though, is a wide brush. Fraternité, yes? What is a laugh or a game with a friend compared to showing your friendship and brotherhood by working to try to bring gifts far greater than I could even fathom? I know I hold no high opinion of those gifts, but I admire that you do."

He shakes his head and has another drink. "I know our world has gotten much smaller now, but I'm perfectly content to help you hold the memory of the larger one."