[Marius raises his head at Enjolras's response and cants his head a little to one side. A sudden whiff of guilt brushes against him then, upon noticing Enjolras's reaction to his query. He bites his lower lip, silent for a second or two before he says,]
Forgive me; It was not my intention to trouble you with it.
[Then, searching for something else to turn their attention to, his eyes land on the present in his hands, and he unwraps it with an almost child-like anticipation. When he sees the contents inside, his cheeks turn a bright crimson.]
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Forgive me; It was not my intention to trouble you with it.
[Then, searching for something else to turn their attention to, his eyes land on the present in his hands, and he unwraps it with an almost child-like anticipation. When he sees the contents inside, his cheeks turn a bright crimson.]