To most people, Jean Prouvaire was a little angel. Everyone saw how sweet, happy, innocent, Jehan was. Not even his roommate, Enjolras, noticed how lost, sad, and confused the little guy was. One day when Enjolras came home, he heard muffled sobs coming from upstairs. Fairly confused, he walked upstairs and into Jehan's room, almost crying himself when he saw the state Prouvaire was in. Jehan was sitting on the floor, blood rushing down his arms, tears streaming down his face, a bottle of vodka in his hands and pill bottles beside him. Enjolras hadn't ever even seen Grantaire in this state. He froze in the doorway, noy knowing what to do. He had noticed Jehan wasn't as bright... that his smile seemed a little sadder... but he didn't think it was this bad. Enjolras kneeled next to Jehan, using his own shirt as a temporary bandage. Prouvaire looked up at the man of marble, terrified of what the older's thoughts were but kept silent. Enjolras sat and pulled Jehan onto his lap with an uncharacteristic gentleness that had always been reserved for his closest friends. Jehan wept into Enjolras' chest, mumbling endless apologies. Enjolras just silently held him, not knowing what to do or say. He was almost positive he had walked into a suicide attempt.. and to be honest, it scared him. He felt stronger emotions to Prouvaire. More so than he did anyone else.. and Jehan seemed so.. broken. Enjolras gently ran his hands through Jehan's hair in attempt to calm him, humming Fix You softly, which had started calming the young poet down. Jehan looked up and Enjolras, mind still clouded from the tears and alcohol, and he murmured, barely trusting his voice,
"I'm sorry, Enjolras..." Enjolras kissed his forehead in a rare display of affection, replying in a gentle tone,
"It's okay, Jehan... just know you can always come talk to me." Jehan felt Enjolras' hold on him tighten. Jehan leaned into his chest as Enjolras carefully picked him up and lied him down on his bed.
"Get some rest, please.." Jehan nodded and looked up at the blonde.
"Enjolras...?" he had managed to croak out softly.
"Yes, Prouvaire?"
"Thank you... I love you..." Jehan whispered. Enjolras pulled him into a hug.
"Anytime, Jehan," Enjolras responded before mumbling hesitantly, "and I love you too." Enjolras placed a gentle kiss on Jehan's cheek and got up. "Get some rest, little solider. Things will be brighter in the morning." And with that statement, he got up and walked out, leaving Jehan to think and hopefully get some sleep.