A/N: Hello there gorgeous people. I don't really have anything to say here other than I may or may not have published a li'l one-shot earlier (*cough*Confession*cough*) so...yeah. Reviews, perhaps? :P

Prompt: Imagine your OTP on a train ride. Person A is looking out the window, admiring the sites that they pass. Person B is struggling to stay awake. When Person A sees this, they wrap their arm around Person B's shoulder and Person B snuggles up to Person A and falls asleep. Eventually, Person A falls asleep as well, snuggling against Person B. (thank you so much MissFiyerabaMeponine for help with Marius' relationship with his father, I'm clueless!)

"How much longer?"

"About two hours."

Éponine nodded, stifling a yawn. They'd been to visit George's Pontmercy's grave in the morning, which was almost four hours away from where they lived in Paris.

It had been a fairly emotional morning. Marius had spent a couple of hours sitting with Éponine by his fathers grave, just talking to it. He'd been a bit worried that Éponine would think him mad, but it turned out she still did the same thing with Gavroche, finding it a source of comfort. She simply sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder as Marius "introduced" her, and told his father about their engagement.

When they got up to leave, they had to stop. Marius was clearly upset, and Éponine made him sit down on a bench whilst she held him tightly, ruffling up his hair every now and then in order to get a smile. She knew the pain of losing someone close, and even though Marius hadn't known his father, that didn't make it any less painful.

Grief is a funny thing. It never goes away. Like most things, it can get better, it can become less frequent, but it will never completely go away. It can come back at any point, for any reason. And when it does, it's almost as bad as when it came in the first place.

Once Marius had consoled himself, Éponine pulled him into another hug. "Ssh, he's okay now. He wouldn't want you to be sad" she whispered in his ear gently, feeling a nod in reply.

When they drew apart, Marius gently reached up a hand to stroke her cheek. "Why is it you always know exactly what to say?"

Éponine smiled, leaning in to his touch. "Magic. Now I suggest some lunch?"

He smiled, kissing her briefly. "Couldn't agree more."

They'd found a small but friendly café, not too expensive. Éponine had insisted they sit outside, which Marius agreed to. They ended up sharing a plate of cheese and ham sandwiches, which disappeared in minutes, neither of them realising just how hungry they were.

"Tell me about him."

"Who?"

"Your father. I find it helps to talk. It helped with me and Gavroche anyway."

"Well, I never actually met him. You see, I always wrote to him, yet I never received a reply. I grew to hate him at first."

"Understandable. I'd be a bit angry if my letters never got a response."

"I didn't know it at the time, but my grandfather had actually been keeping his responses from me. When I was older, he told me to visit him, after the truth came out. I didn't get there in time. He died shortly before I got there, of illness."

"I'm sorry to hear that" Éponine said, reaching across the table to take his hand in hers.

"Apparently my grandfather told him that if he tried to meet me then he would disinherit me. So my father used to hide behind a pillar in order to see me. He also fought at the battle of Waterloo. He was a war hero. I've always looked up to him since."

Éponine felt tears beginning to come as she took hold of his other hand. She wasn't entirely sure what to say, so she just squeezed his hands tightly, having not known of this part of his history.

Marius smiled gratefully at her, kissing her hands. "You're right, it does help. To talk, I mean."

"Of course I'm right, would you ever dare to think otherwise?" Éponine teased, getting a small chuckle from him.

"Never in a million years."

They'd spent a couple of hours walking around the village, before returning to Georges Pontmercy's grave, where Éponine gave Marius some privacy to say his goodbyes.

They'd taken the train both there and back, which was a new experience for Éponine - they'd ended up having a carriage to themselves, which was a bonus, since they could talk about things without the fear of being overheard. And any physical affection wasn't prohibited, a fact they were taking full advantage of.

"So, you're having your dress fitted on Friday?"

Éponine grinned. "I am."

"It's odd to think that this time next month we'll be a married couple."

"It is rather strange, isn't it? I mean, I guess we're technically one already, living together and all that, but I can't wait until it's official."

"Me neither, I can remove the soon-to-be when I call you soon-to-be Madame Pontmercy."

Both of them smiled at the thought. Éponine yawned again loudly, Marius placing his arm around her shoulders. "We've got a couple of hours and you're clearly tired, go to sleep."

"Don't want to."

"You'll feel better for it."

"This is my first train journey though, I don't want to miss it."

"We can go on a train again, you know."

"Meh. It won't be the same though."

Marius chuckled as he lifted the armrest between them, allowing Éponine to snuggle herself closer to him. She was always the most affectionate when one of them needed comforting, when she was about to fall asleep or when she'd just woken up. Marius turned so that he was lying across the seats with her face-down on top of him, using him as a mattress.

He gently started playing with her hair, stroking her back whilst he did as he thought about the days events. He'd been told he looked like his father by one of Georges' friends, but he'd never seen him in flesh.

His thoughts faded away as Éponine began snoring her tiny, adorable snores. She always denied them when she woke up, but they were undoubtedly there, and made him smile every time. Kissing the top of her head several times, he slipped off into sleep himself, keeping a tight but tender hold on her for the rest of the journey.