Eponine can't help but beam. "It is true! Oh, he loves me so much, I have never felt it before. And-" she blushes. "-oh I should not say in polite company. It isn't proper, though I am hardly a proper woman." This was something both she and Combeferre were aware of. She'd been plain in telling him she'd been with men before him, and it had not bothered him at all. Another reason to adore him.

"I am happy to see you've returned. We will be friends, now. The two of us. I should always like to have more." Oh no. Marty. No. You're stuck with her.