Grantaire makes a drunken advance, Enjolras scorns him but discovers something about himself in the process. Despite this, they continue forward. Hurt/Comfort ensues as Enjolras works through his past all while still pledging himself to the Revolution. Grantaire grapples with feelings of his own. Furthermore, how would that balmy June night at the barricade ended differently if Enjolras had something to live for and Grantaire were permited to do more than die by him? Originally published on Ao3.
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