[There IS a look on Marius's face at the mention of the writing, so Enjolras feels like he must explain a little, and he's eyedarting, with a tiny smirk.]

Writing my thoughts in books proved to be something that was, well, a good deal easier than what I used to do. You saw me at fourteen. I used to get myself into all sorts of trouble, when it came to school.

After the time I told the Monsignor that it seemed one could not reign innocently even from the pulpit, well. I learnt to write my thoughts instead of speak them. Hopefully they are not TOO distracting for you. And they've smeared a bit by now. You should be able to ignore them.

[Or, perhaps not, and he'll have scrawled something to make Marius something more of a Republican yet. He won't hold out the hope of that, but it certainly would be nice. And then it comes to the matter of the gift, and he's shrugging a little.]

Oh it's nothing so grand as all of that. Just a token really, that I thought may be amusing for you. Though...if you wished to do something...

Would you give Eponine some show of kindness tonight? I know that you cannot return her feelings, obviously. But she IS still quite in love with you.