Grantaire watched Enjolras and Jehan converse with one another. “Grantaire?” Eponine said softly. Grantaire glanced at her then back to the two. “You still love him don’t you?” Grantaire put his face in his hands, he was still madly in love with the blonde.
Enjolras was everything to Grantaire, he was the reason Grantaire woke up every morning. Enjolras was Grataire’s angel, his world.
Grantaire sighed and looked back at Eponine who was giving him a sympathetic look.
“I’m head over heels.” He said breathlessly. Eponine couldn’t imagine how he was feeling, but she knew he was in pain. “I know I should move on but I just can’t.” Grantaire softly said absent mindedly. He looked back at Enjolras who caught his stare. Grantaire gave his angel a smile and got out of his seat. “I’ll be back.” He said to Eponine and walked out. A cigarette was what Grantaire, it could hopefully relieve the overwhelming heart ache.
Grantaire stepped out into the cold taking out a cigarette and lighter. He sat down against the brick wall, beinging to smoke his cigarette. He heard the bell from the Musian jingle, he looked up to see Enjolras holding his coat.
“It’s chilly, too chilly for you to be walking out with no jacket.” Enjolras gave Grantaire a smile as he handed the jacket over. Grantaire slipped on his jacket quickly and nodded a thank you. Enjolras sighed, looking up and down the empty sidewalk. He then sat down next to the cynic. He took out his pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. “so why did you leave in such a hurry?” he mumbled while trying to light the cigarette. He then cursed realizing that his lighter was no good anymore, he looked over at Grantaire, who was trying to keep his eyes off the blonde. “Light me up?” Enjolras says. Grantaire exhaled and nodded.
Grantaire pulled out his lighter and cupped his hand around the end of Enjolras’s cigarette and lit it for him. He looked up at the blonde to see that the blonde’s eyes were already locked on him. The two of them stared into each other as if they were caught in each other’s trances until some kid ran down the side walk making the two jump. “T-thank you.” Enjolras cleared his throat trying to compose himself. Grantaire nodded keeping his focus on the ground.
Enjolras watched his friend for a minute, he frowned. Something was off with Grantaire, but he didn’t know what. “R? Is everything okay?” Grantaire looked up at Enjolras, forcing a smile.
“Everything is peachy. I’m just tired.” Grantaire said softly. Enjolras nodded, but he didn’t believe him. The two finished their cigarette and got up to their feet. Enjolras caught Grantaire’s eyes once more and all he could see was sadness.
Grantaire smiled at the blonde, and walked back inside the Musian with Enjolras following.
Enjolras looked over to see the cynic asleep. He shook his head, he couldn’t hide his disappointment. Eponine saw Enjolras shaking his head and frowned. “Enjolras, he didn’t drink that much.” She said defending her roommate. “He’s exhausted. He was up all night.” Enjolras nodded,
“Why was he up all night?” he asked. Eponine shrugged her shoulders, she didn’t know exactly why but she assumed that it was because of Enjolras. Enjolras was the reason why Grantaire was such a mess sometimes.
“So whose going to carry him home?” Eponine said, quickly changing the subject.
“I’ll carry him to my apartment; I’m just down the block.” Enjolras said quickly. Eponine nodded, Jehan quickly caught Musichetta’s attention and the three of them paid their tab.
Enjolras walked over to the sleeping R. He gently shook his friend, Grantaire looked up mumbling the blonde’s name. Enjolras smiled “Grantaire, I’m taking you back to my place.” Grantaire nodded slowly getting up from his seat. “Hop on my back.” Enjolras said. Grantaire climbed onto the blonde.
“Thank you.” The cynic whispered almost inaudible, he then nuzzled his face into the space of Enjolras’s shoulder and neck. Enjolras sighed, and looked at the two.
“Have fun carrying him.” Jehan said walking out. Eponine looked at her friend then at Enjolras.
“Thank you Enjolras.” She said then followed Jehan out the door.
Enjolras walked out the Musian, beginning the short walk to his apartment. Grantaire knew what was going on, he was still partially awake but, he enjoyed being carried by his love. This was something that would only happen once in a life time and Grantaire didn’t want to ruin this. Enjolras’s scent filled Grantaire’s nose. The blonde smelled delightful, it was the scent of coffee and cigarettes as well as vanilla that lingered.
Enjolras while walking down the deserted sidewalk noticed Grantaire’s scent as well. Grantaire smelled of chai tea and cigarettes. For once liquor didn’t lurk on him, which was a confirmation that Grantaire didn’t drink to the point of passing out. Enjolras smiled at the fact, there was actual hope for the cynic’s drinking.
Enjolras walked into his apartment he began to think of somewhere to place Grantaire. Enjolras decided to put Grantaire in his bed. Grantaire was actually now asleep, Enjolras laid him gently in his bed and pulled several covers over him. Enjolras watched Grantaire, the burnette looked distressed and exhausted. Enjolras ran his hand through his blonde curls, trying to think of why his friend would be so distressed. Grantaire was pale, paler than usual, he also had extremely dark purple bags that hung underneath his eyes. Enjolras eyes widen, realizing he was just staring at the cynic. Enjolras looked around his room and then quickly walked out, closing the door behind him.
