The next morning was awkward to say the least.

As always Enjolras was up first, needing to get ready for his early morning classes.

It had been a long night, so he was trying to keep quiet, to avoid waking Grantaire, but of course Patria had other plans. When he went to step into the hall he was accosted by a streak of shabby fur. Enjolras went crashing to the ground and Patria went screaming up the curtains where she crouched, hissing and spitting.

Behind them Enjolras heard the bed creak as Grantaire shifted and woke up.

He blinked and looked around blearily.

"The fuck?"

Enjolras at least had the decency to look embarrassed.

"Sorry I woke you, Taire, I was trying to let you sleep in a bit."

Grantaire grumbled a bit and swung his legs over the bed. "Well I'm up now, and so is Patsy by the look of things."

With that he heaved himself up and trudged over to the curtains where he began making the little "shooey-shooey" noise that everyone does when calling cats. From her perch atop the world the wizened old harpy sat up straight began to wash her paws, cooler than cool.

From his vantage point by the door, Enjolras saw the way R's shoulders slumped in defeat as the cat made herself very comfortable and proceeded to fall into one of her legendary coma-level naps.

Enjolras pushed himself off the frame and cleared his throat.

"Look, R, I have to get to work, but I swear we'll talk when I get home, okay?"

The other man turned around and walked over to Enjolras. Grantaire grabbed his wrist and drew him closer before pressing their foreheads together and taking a deep breath.

"Promise?"

"Promise"

Grantaire releases the breath and lets go, only for Enjolras to catch him around the waist and pull him in for a brief hug. They shared a moment before Grantaire pushed Enjolras away and chided him gently.

"You'll be late! Now go! I'll see you later!"

He follows Enjolras out into the hall, watching as his boyfriend darted here and there, snatching up the last few bits and bobs before finally stumbling out the door, his arms full of things that could have easily fit into the bag over his shoulder or any of his numerous (empty) pockets.

The door swung shut behind him, leaving Grantaire alone to face the day.