Thank you Mormeril Dark Lady of Insanity for indirectly giving me this idea. Cheers :) So here is a little bonus part to the Fear Drabbles.
Twin screams. Crashing chairs. A male voice yelling some extremely vulgar curses. A female voice screaming Bible verses about shunning evil. It was a huge commotion that sent a very confused and hungover Grantaire to Cosette and Enjolras' flat. It was too early for this. When he opened the door, though, he stared for a few minutes, and then did what he always did when he saw the two overreacting: he ignored his throbbing headache and doubled over laughing.
Enjolras had told him the story of how he learned that Cosette was terrified of mice. He also had alluded to the fact that he hadn't closed the mousehole so he could save Cosette from the mice again. Apparently she had found out, as she was sitting on the highest part of Enjolras' desk, crying, reciting the Lord's Prayer, and using a broom to manically hit the floor where a few mice were gathering. She was definitely terrified to the point of phobic. He felt like a horrible person for laughing, but he couldn't stop.
Apparently, Cosette had had similar thoughts with Enjolras. The wide open window suggested that she had lured a bat inside so she could calm Enjolras down. Well, with the kiss he had bestowed on her for getting rid of the first one, no small wonder! Every straight man around that table was jealous of that kiss! So, instead of helping Cosette with her mouse problem, the supposedly rock solid revolutionary was hiding under the table, glaring at the three bats hanging in the rafters and swearing like a sailor at them. You knew it was bad when Enjolras started swearing. His vocabulary was usually much more eloquent. Grantaire was amazed that Cosette was in such hysterics that she wasn't yelling at Enjolras for his swearing.
When Grantaire could breathe again, he walked over to Cosette, gently pried the broom from her hands, and swept the mice out the door as briskly as his still-drunk body could manage. He then lifted Cosette off the desk and hugged her for a second before dragging his Apollo out from under the table. "It's just some chauve-souris, Enjy. Calm down."
"You know what I'm like with those little devil things! Those..." He let out a five minute string of expletives that Cosette finally noticed but only winced as she tried to calm down.
"So, we have learned something today." Grantaire put his hands on their shoulders. "Even if something nice happens after someone is afraid, you shouldn't do it. So you better close that mousehole, Enjy, and you should keep the window shut, Cosette."
Other people would have gotten into an argument over the reasoning for cuing phobias. The two would probably discuss their reasoning later after they could think clearly, but they never fought. They just accepted that they were in the wrong, apologized, and moved onward. Cosette hugged Enjolras tightly, wiping her tears in his shirt, and Grantaire took his leave. That was done with. Now he hoped Joly had a hangover cure or something that would stop the military drum in his head.