[ there's a definite b-line made to the bathroom, not even glancing back as she hears her scolding name, lucielle, like their mother used to say in the exact same tone, in basically the same situation. enjolras thinks to comment on it, tell newt that there's a lot of their mom in him, but she can't remember her all that well and -- well, newt's probably better than their mom.

she remembers that much.

but she keeps her head down -- much as she doesn't regret standing up for her rights, she does regret worrying her little brother. he goes through enough as it is, he shouldn't have to deal with this, but enjolras never changes in the way that she survives better without people worrying over her, but she still wouldn't live without newt. not if she's given the choice.

even as she moves into the bathroom, she keeps the door open because she can't ignore newt forever, and she doesn't want to. newt will always have a soft place in her heart, softer than most anyone who can shake her stone, harden heart can, and she -- well, she loves him. a lot. probably more than anything. ]

You should have seen them, Newt. [ she says, not a hint of remorse in her voice as she splashes water on the bloody splotches of red on her face. ] These misogynist douchebags thought they could degrade me -- really, you should have seen what I did to them. Dicks got what was coming.

[ there's a pause before she blinks, stepping back from the sink and moving to newt, a hand resting on his shoulder while she presses a kiss to his forehead, sweetly. ]

I missed you, though, little brother.