I've been doing so many of these lately that I decided it would be a cute series for whenever I have time to update. Anyone second this?

Doesn't matter. Doing it anyway. ;)

- Fai

Prompt: (Valjeaned from Tumblr)

Grantaire burying an old pet or something and muttering, "He's in a better place now, I guess."

And Enjolras raises an eyebrow and says, "I thought you were an atheist."

And Grantaire just laughs bitterly and replies, "Well he's not here anymore and that has to count for something."

Fandom: Les Miserables

Characters: Enjolras, Grantaire, Courfeyrac, Marius, 'Napoleon'.

Word Count: 631

Marius couldn't stop crying.

Well, that in itself wasn't exactly shocking, as he was always crying when drunk, but it was the topic of his misery which held the fact in the previous statement. Marius was crying, and there was nothing that anybody was able to do to stop it.

It was true; they had tried. Courfeyrac had attempted to tell an amusing story at his failed attempts of flirting with certain gamine girls that held no interest, Enjolras lectured him about his lonely soul, and Grantaire, doing most of the cheering up, tried to do a few juggling tricks that were a bit impressive while drunk.

None of it worked.

Seeing as the rest of the Amis were much, much better at this sort of thing, the trio was debating wandering off. What was the point of trying to cheer up a hopeless case? Anyway, the only thing left to do was to buy a stripper (Courf's suggestion, of course), and although Grantaire agreed, Enjolras was not having that in the café. He was quite positive Musichetta would kick them out, or, worse, ban them. Not even Joly or Bossuet would be able to stop such a thing!

And that was as solid of a note as Marius' misery, the latter growing at an alarming rate.

He was sitting, his head practically dissolved in a cup of cappuccino, the foam touching the tips of his dark curls. It would have been a grand sight, save for the fact that his eyes were already a bright red, and his nose was dripping in an unpleasant way. This, among other small details, was one of the main reasons that they could barely bring themselves to announce the ridiculous nature of his predicament.

It was, however, enough for Courfeyrac to sidle delicately up to him, sloppily collapsing into the seat across from Pontmercy, and half on top of Grantaire. As the burly brown locked male glared at his hyper friend, the melancholy male gazed lazily back at the flame, lifting his shoulders in a graceful sort of shrug. "Yes?" he managed to mope out, lips forming a little frown as they let each word fall from his throat. It was so much like Eeyore that the bright centre took a few moments before daring to question what was wrong.

"Um... Marius, my friend. We-" Gesturing to the other two, he continued, "- have noticed that you seem to be rather down today. May I ask what is the matter?"

A moan.

A groan.

The trio stared blankly as the dark-haired boy threw himself into his coffee, downing the drink in a single gulp. None dared to interrupt this, and instead leaned closer, closer, their heads touching as the observed the misery.

Marius, they decided, was really, really upset.

He finished his swallow, just as the friends were about to voice concern, connecting their calm souls with his bowed attitude. Luckily, it seemed that Pontmercy was actually going to grace them with his lovely thoughts.

"M-my c-cat d-d-died! N-napoleon was h-hit b-by a caaar!"

They blinked.

Enjolras spoke first. "Mon ami, I am certain that it will be all right! Bury yourself in your work, and I will help you get a new cat!"

"I don't w-want a new caaat! I want Napoleeeooon."

Grantaire, then, pushed Courfeyrac cleanly off his seat, and leaned forward, patting the young man on the head as he did so. "Ah, Marius," he remarked, "He's in a better place now, I guess."

Everyone turned, shocked, but Marius had already accepted that fact. Then, in a whispered tone, the marble leader dared to question the words.

"Grantaire... Although that was kind..." He felt a brow creep higher. "Aren't you an atheist?"

The man burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. "Well, he's not here anymore, and that has to count as something!"

That was when Marius burst into tears once more, and they all gave up.