[for Combeferre] Bodyswitch aftermath

[abaisse_chef]

Enjolras was relieved to be back in his own body, more than he could say. He'd felt so out of control in Harkness' body, so unable to control urges that had been utterly alien to him. Things between him and Michael had been a bit awkward, but it seemed they had unspeakingly agreed to simply pretend it had not happened, which suited Enjolras just

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[butcivilization]

Combeferre,on the other hand, was in search of Enjolras. It was not a search he took on lightly. For the first day or so after everyone returned to normal, he had hesitated, wondered, worried - for his friend's sake as much as for himself. How would they feel about what had happened between them? Was he fretting overmuch, or would awkwardness linger?

In the end, there was only one way to find out. Once he had made the decision, Combeferre did not hesitate. Not finding him in the rec room, kitchen, or other places Enjolras frequented, Combeferre headed to his bedroom and knocked on the door.

[abaisse_chef]

Enjolras' head snapped up, his body tensing. It could be someone looking for Michael...or it could be Combeferre. He took a deep breath and said far more calmly than he felt, "Entrez," his expression wary as he watched the doorway.

[butcivilization]

Combeferre opened the door and peered in with a hesitant smile. "Enjolras." He gestured vaguely inside. "May I... well, come in?"

Now wasn't that a wonderfully articulate start?

[abaisse_chef]

Enjolras let his gaze run over Combeferre briefly before lowering it to his book with a curt nod. "Of course," he answered with a hint of dryness, revealing nothing of what he was feeling.