[ Of course, Grantaire has kissed and has been kissed before, but recent years have brought him to the belief that he’s a foul and undeserving creature. He isn’t completely shocked - Jehan always has been one of the more affectionate members of their group - but he is a little taken aback. It’s quite a lot of love for a box. ]

I am undeserving of your affection, my dear friend.

[ He gives his usual half-smile, and presses a kiss to the top of Jehan’s head. ]

One might believe that I am Prometheus, bringing fire to humanity. A shabby box is no such gift. Perhaps if I pair it with my sincerest apologies, it will be more worthy.