Grantaire is, as he has been these past few days, sitting despondently in Enjolras' rooms, in a small, clean boarding house that is a far cry from his own dirty, cheap lodgings. Those had been veto'd following the realization that R could have whatever amount of drink and other items squirreled away in his tiny room, and, as Enjolras was apparently
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He was silent, intent on his task, but that didn't mean that some small part of his attention wasn't given to the sad personage to whom he'd given his bed. Grantaire was, among other, less positive things, something of a friend, and Enjolras' current side project. His friends say he needs more humanity, more politeness; instead, he will give them a healthy R, to contribute both these things for him.
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"E-enjolras. Enjolras. I need a drink."
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"Again? Already?"
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And it wasn't as if Grantaire was likely to get across the room to steal the bottle without raising some sort of fuss.
Wordlessly, he poured some into a mug and took it over. "Can you hold it?"
Perhaps he doesn't completely buy the act, or perhaps he thinks R will spill; the mug is only half full.
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He will not let this fail.
He will not let Grantaire break
his mug.
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"Do you see yourself?" He's rarely kept silent his opinions in this man's presence, he's not likely to start now.
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"No, Enjolras, I haven't precisely got a mirror."
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