A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Lament - Chapter 47

The first thing you did with Enjolras was rush to Le Café.

Many familiar faces were present, as there was a scheduled meeting, although the moment you and Enjolras entered through the door, the semi-jovial atmosphere switched completely.

It probably had to do with the fact that you were still crying.

"What happened, M'selle [Y/N]?" Gavroche asked, some sort of jam smeared around his mouth. He gave an animated gulp as he hopped down from his seat, brushing his hands off and hurrying over to you.

"If you're here for me- we're starting the meeting early," Enjolras called out, his arm still around you. From the corner of your eye, you saw Courfeyrac and Rosamonde kissing yet again, and you watched as Grantaire practically tore him away from her.

"Courfeyrac, you're getting ditzy," Grantaire (who wasn't completely sober- though also not completely drunk) said, his eyebrows furrowing. "Don't let a woman get in front of what's important."

"That's my wife, 'Taire," Courfeyrac said. Those words made you cringe... And evidently, it made him cringe, too- but for different reasons.

"We get it!" he shouted. "You're getting married, I don't care- but a pregnant lady is crying, so it's probably important! 'Specially because it's [Y/N] we're talking about- now come on!"

As people began to file into the room, you and Enjolras stayed behind the lot of them.

"Are you alright?" Enjolras asked.

"Not really," you said, your eyebrows furrowing in the slightest. "May I sit with you during the meeting tonight?"

"Of course," Enjolras said. "I'm going to have to speak for a few moments, but once I'm done... Certainly."

You forced a small smile.

There was a new sofa (donated by Courfeyrac at some point in early February) that you decided to sit on- and though you were accompanied by Gavroche, there was plenty of space for Enjolras to sit later.

"Can Courf sit with us too, [Y/N]?" Gavroche asked.

Your voice locked in your throat. Though, before your confrontation, his presence would be comforting, you had a feeling things would be quite awkward now...

But for the sake of Gavroche, you simply nodded.

Naturally, Courfeyrac's reaction was the same as yours...

But he did take a seat quite a bit away from you.

Funnily enough, Gavroche rested his head on your lap and his feet on Courfeyrac's, and he was trying his hardest to stretch long enough to do so. While Enjolras cast a glance over at you, Gavroche just smiled.

"Move closer, will you Courfeyrac?" he asked. "I can't reach."

Courfeyrac glanced over at you for a moment, casting you an apologetic expression, and carefully, he moved over just a little- but only so Gavroche's feet could rest on his lap.

Your gaze turned back to Enjolras, who looked stressed beyond comprehension. He was wrapped up in silent conversation with Combeferre. After a few moments, he let out a soft sigh and glanced at you, then to everyone else in the room.

Everyone went silent as Combeferre spoke up.

"Everyone!" he shouted, wearing an expression that made your heart break. His volume dropped quite a bit. "Listen..."

You watched as Enjolras paced back and forth a little. He was clearly thinking of how he should phrase everything- and he massaged the bridge of his nose while making everyone linger in silence