Enjolras listens, interested despite his limited comprehension. He's heard of gasoline, a little. Something to do with future vehicles, and something to do with future conflicts over resources; important to both. More to the point, it fascinates Combeferre.
He settles back, relaxing gradually into the familiar conversation and the wash of a dear friend's enthusiasm. Relaxing for Enjolras means sitting quite straight, of course. But straighter than he was when the conversation began, and some of the tension has leached slowly from his shoulders.
He tries to ask intelligent questions. As usual, he suspects his success is somewhat mixed, on such a subject. (Combeferre's occasional expressions of stifled amusement are unmistakable.)
But there does come at length a lull in the explanation. Enjolras doesn't try to fill it.
no subject
He settles back, relaxing gradually into the familiar conversation and the wash of a dear friend's enthusiasm. Relaxing for Enjolras means sitting quite straight, of course. But straighter than he was when the conversation began, and some of the tension has leached slowly from his shoulders.
He tries to ask intelligent questions. As usual, he suspects his success is somewhat mixed, on such a subject. (Combeferre's occasional expressions of stifled amusement are unmistakable.)
But there does come at length a lull in the explanation. Enjolras doesn't try to fill it.