"I thought you'd never come," Grantaire admitted, looking deeply into Enjolras's eyes.
"I couldn't stay away," the blonde admitted, reaching out a hand to stroke down Grantaire's cheek.
"I thought that…the revolution mattered most to you," Grantaire said, placing his bottle down for once in his life. "I thought that you didn't care."
"That's not true," Enjolras said gently, "You matter to me too."
"That's…nice to know," Grantaire said, halfway between blushing and smirking.
"Oh, shut up," Enjolras said, as he leaned in to kiss Grantaire. As their lips touched, three unicorns started poledancing and-
Wait, what?
Grantaire groaned, sitting up stiffly in his chair. He glanced roguishly at the bottle of absinthe in his hand. "Oh, you, giving me delusions yet again," he sighed.