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Jehan has just about had it with Enjolras and Grantaire.
He's subtly nudged them in all the right directions, dropped a trail of hints, engineered a multitude of coincidental meetings, enlisted the help of mutual friends, exhausted all possible ideas and suggestions... but love be damned, they're still getting nowhere. He knows for certain there's strong chemistry between the two - the tension between them alone is unmistakable to even the romantically clueless, never mind the looks they furtively cast in each other's direction when they think they aren't being watched - but nothing he has done so far has succeeded in actually bringing them together. It's almost enough to send the most patient of cupids into a teeth-gnashing fit (along with all the weeping and wailing, and a general inclination to cast offenders into a fiery furnace).
There are times when he wishes he could just slam their faces together, and let them work things out from there.