Jehan blushes. He can't help it. He should be used to Enjolras's sincere declarations by now, but in truth there's no getting used to them. Direct sunlight burns no matter how long one basks in it. And Jehan's never been good at not getting shy or embarrassed. He doesn't know what to say--there's no good enough way to convey the mix of affection and humility he feels at such an extravagant statement from such a man.

"I'm honored that you would say that," he manages to say. He still misses the song and the flight, of course. But--it would be arrogance to think there's any truth to what Enjolras said, but Enjolras's words light the way to a different truth. There's beauty and transcendence to be found in this form as well. It was in this form that Jehan met all of them, after all.