it took long enough for them to get together—that is, they spent the majority of their time together exchanging insults and waking up with vague memories of alcohol and sex before they were a thing. after montparnasse (rather awkwardly) asked éponine if they could be a thing nothing changed, really, except that he no longer had to resist the urge to kiss her while sober, he could finally buy her those flowers he thought would compliment her eyes, and she had found unconditional love from the one person on earth who she didn’t despise.

despite worthless fights and shouting matches, they still are and always will be a thing.