"R…" They both pulled away, and Enjolras was flushed red. Grantaire couldn't suppress a smirk.
"Oh, my god, Enjolras. I-"
Enjolras cut him off again with another kiss, this time more sure of himself. He pushed himself up against Grantaire, who responded by pushing back, hitting him against the wall, again. Enjolras made an oomph sound, which only made Grantaire deepen the kiss.
Enjolras lifted his arms higher, wrapping them around Grantaire's neck. Grantaire pushed his hips harder against the wall, until Enjolras broke away and turned his attention to his arm, examining it.
"Damn it. I think it's bleeding again."
Grantaire took Enjolras' arm in his hand, looking closely at the wrap.
"I'll have to redo it."
Before Grantaire could do something to help him, they heard voices echoing from what looked like a corridor outside of one of the exits to the room.
Enjolras puts that face back on, the one that shows he's in charge again. He takes Grantaire's hand tightly and starts walking, snaking along the wall with Grantaire behind him. As the voices grow nearer, Enjolras turns around, locking eyes with Grantaire.
"Grantaire, if they come in here, you run for the exit, okay? I'll be right behind you." Enjolras gave him a stare, one that, in any other situation, would shut him up.
"Are you kidding me, Enjolras? I'm staying with you. Don't argue with me. Not now." Grantaire tried to give back an icy stare of his own, to which Enjolras only replied by squeezing his hand and pulling him along.
They made it into the hallway before the National Guard entered the larger room, and they kept moving. Eventually, they reached a spot with steps leading up, up to the surface.
Grantaire started walking up, but Enjolras pulled him back.
"We can't just go up there and waltz around. We have to have a plan. We're wanted, we're-" Enjolras stopped as if he couldn't face the facts in front of him. "We're criminals."
Grantaire turned around to face Enjolras. The leader's face was scared, it was sad. His Revolution had failed. Their friends were dead. Gone. Just like that. They hadn't won.
The world had turned upside down. They thought they would be leading Paris to a different future, one that Les Amis thought would be better. They didn't.
Grantaire pulled Enjolras into an embrace, careful of his arm and ribs. Enjolras put his arms around the cynic, holding onto him tightly. The two of them stood there together, in silence, for what seemed like hours, until Enjolras split away from him and started taking shaky steps up the stairs.
"We should end up pretty far away from the Barricade. We'll have to get out of Paris from there. Then, we should try to get out of the country. England, maybe, then America. We'll make it." Enjolras waited for Grantaire to catch up to him. The barricade boys climbed to the light.