A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Dual-Weilding - Chapter 52

At the reception, you found yourself sitting with Enjolras, Grantaire, Courfeyrac, and Gavroche. Though Enjolras kept his arm around you, you found yourself most especially speaking with Grantaire and Gavroche.

Because Gavroche had assumed that Enjolras was just friendly, he wrapped his arm around you, too- just to be nice.

"Grantaire, has you meet my brother yet?" Gavroche asked, resting his head against your side. "He's really sweet. And he hates the king."

Grantaire smiled.

"'Course I have," he said. "He and I have a handshake... Lovely man, isn't he?"

You smiled a little.

"'Taire, we don't know if it's a boy or a girl," you chuckled. "It could be a lovely woman."

"Like you."

That comment made you blush just a little bit, and you noticed that Enjolras glanced down at you and held you the slightest bit more tightly. Of course, he trusted your judgement, but... Well, not so much the judgement of everyone else.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that," you admitted, giving a small smile. "But thank you."

Grantaire gave a timid smile.

"You're welcome."

There was the slightest bit of an awkward silence, but thankfully, Gavroche came to the rescue... Whether intentionally or not.

"Courfeyrac, is we never going to see Rosamonde again?" he asked while tracing shapes on your stomach- a question that came completely out of the blue.

Courfeyrac cocked an eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked. "Do you like her?"

"A little bit," Gavroche shrugged. "She isn't [Y/N], though, and I like [Y/N] better."

"Everyone does," Enjolras said, pulling you close to him so he could press a kiss against your temple. You smiled just a little.

"I've got to prepare for tomorrow's meeting soon," he said. "My apologies- I just want to get it all done so I can spend the night with you."

"I don't blame you, 'Jolras," you said. "But do promise me that you'll rest. You've been exhausted lately and it shows."

"Does it, now?"

Just the soft volume of his voice told you enough.

"Yes it does," you said. "By the time I'm home, you'd better be in bed."

"You're beginning to sound like Joly, now," he chuckled. Both Courfeyrac and Grantaire were watching a little awkwardly, both feeling like a third wheel while the lot of you spoke, but Gavroche simply inserted himself into the conversation.

"What about me, [Y/N]?" he asked, almost panicking a little. "Does I look tired?"

You were sort of snapped back into reality, and after a moment, you still didn't know how to respond.

"Only a little," you said.

Gavroche let out a long breath.

"Oh, thanks Jesus," he said, rubbing his eyes. "I ate too much sugar last night, and I didn't know if I looked sleepy or not."

"Well, you certainly need your rest," Courfeyrac said. It was evident from the bags under his eyes that he had to deal with Gavroche's probable sugar high (on top of the stress of the revolution and the funeral, of course). "Especially tonight. You've got a big day ahead of you."

"I know," Gavroche said. Courfeyrac had talked his ear off with that spiel hundreds of times. He turned to Enjolras and pointed a small finger up at him. "But Enjolras has to, too."