<blockquote>Canon era, of course, because that’s funnier and where my brain hangs out anyway. So this is at some kind of gathering — a party, a meeting of some kind of society that turns out not to be as seriously revolutionary as they’d hoped, Bahorel’s hometown for some reason (because scandalous gossip is extra fun if you’re going to go right back to Paris and make your sisters deal with the neighbors’ inquiries), whatever. The point is, these are not close friends and the diplomatic stakes aren’t high, and Bahorel is bored stiff. So the obvious thing to do is to start flirting with Combeferre hardcore — endearments every sentence, smirking, zero personal space, the works.</blockquote>
