Enjolras slipped out of bed; the silence was unbearable.
The silence in the kitchen was worse. He could hear everything.
One thing he hadn’t heard, however, was Grantaire, who was now clinging to him.
“Go to bed,” Enjolras said softly. Grantaire simply hummed and pressed himself deeper into Enjolras, who huffed and turned a bit, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He picked through the cupboard until he heard the light snoring from Grantaire. Enjolras picked him up, carrying him to bed. When he finally had Grantaire in bed, he sighed and climbed in next to him. Sleep came easily.
