Grantaire looked over at Enjolras with a pained expression.
"What is it? Are you alright?" Enjolras noticed the look with alarming speed and responded with likewise concern. His red vest had kept him warm for the most part, and he made a motion to take it off.
Grantaire chuckled. "No, Enjolras." He shook his head and put a hand on his vest to make sure he kept it on. As it was he didn't want anything to make him have… thoughts. "I'm just wondering how we'll make it through the night."
"Have you been listening to a word I'm saying?" The blonde asked, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. Grantaire shook his head.
"I was also thinking about other things. Sorry. Marius is more useful than I am in these situations." Grantaire looked down with a small frown.
"No, both of you are equally useful and important. Same goes for the rest of the Amis." Enjolras reminded him, tossing a strand of golden mane from his face. His stunning blue gaze landed on Grantaire once more. "I'm going to go check on Marius."
Grantaire looked up as the leader left, swiftly rounding the corner. A few moments that felt like a dark eternity passed until the light came back. He looked up a bit too quickly and Enjolras caught his gaze. "He's still unconscious, but appears to be doing fine." He explained. "I'm going to take a nap on the couch, wake me in a few hours." He added. "Unless you would like to take one instead?" he added thoughtfully.
Grantaire replied with a shake of his head. "No, I'm good. I-I'll wake you."
"Great." Enjolras nodded and turned, walking out of the small room and curling up on the couch. He didn't have a blanket and the fire was spluttering. All but one of the blankets were used on Marius.
"Pontmercy." Grantaire muttered with humorous distaste, but he didn't mean it. Marius was a nice person – even if Grantaire was jealous of his happy relationship with Cosette.
~ A few hours passed… ~
Grantaire was sitting on the couch with Enjolras, careful not to disturb him. It was around 12-1 am, and he knew he was supposed to wake the sleeping leader up but he didn't have the guts to disturb the man – he looked so sound, so vulnerable. In his sleep he lacked the air of impossible, and his features were softened. But he also looked cold, Grantaire noticed now. He rose and tiptoed to the back room where the spare blanket was, and took it from draped over the chair, and went back to the larger room. He draped it ever-so-delicately over the curled up figure. His hand rested momentarily on the strong shoulder, then was swept away in a swift movement. He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, meaning it to be for a short moment.
"Grantaire?" Enjolras's voice made him lurch to awakening. In the thirty minutes Grantaire had dozed off for, he had fallen over and his head was rested on the leader's legs. His face flushed and he pulled himself to an upright sitting position, looking at his hands which were now in his lap.
(please comment and tell me how I'm doing! I'm new to this thing and I want feedback ^_^)