Grantaire took one final sip of his wine before closing his eyes and entering a deep slumber.
Enjolras watched him. He noticed him fidget in his sleep. He watched his eyes move rapidly under his eyelids. Enjolras could not help but wonder what Grantaire dreamt of.
Despite his flaws, Enjolras found Grantaire absolutely fascinating, although he would never admit it to another living soul. When it came to the friends of the ABC, he always appreciated Cumberferre the most. That's what he made known to the other revolutionists at the barricades. This wasn't so. Grantaire had always been his object of fascination.
Turning away from his elongated glance at Grantaire, Enjolras wiped his face of the falling rain drops and walked towards the ABC café, where he resided at night. He lied down and stared at the ceiling till at last sleep came over him.