AN- Hey! Another update already, you ask? Why yes this is! :D My inspiration has returned, and I am writing a lot more now. I'm really enjoying writing again, so expect a few more updates in the next month or so. I'm hoping to finish this story before I leave for college at the end of August, so wish me luck. I know how I want the rest of the story to go, so now all I need to do is put my ideas to words.

For now at least, enjoy this chapter. You guys are gonna love it! ;D haha

July 9th, 1832

"Okay, careful so you don't hit his head on the door frame," Joly informed Combeferre while they dragged a nearly unconscious man through the front door.

"What has he been eating?! Or should I say drinking?" Combeferre asked, struggling to keep the burden of a man from collapsing.

"Just help me get him to the couch," Joly urged. The two friends sat an extremely intoxicated Grantaire on his couch where he curled up and went right to sleep.

"I can't believe we found him alive! I think his drinking finally saved his life. He must've slept through the whole battle." Combeferre was excited that another friend of theirs was still alive, even if it was only the "old wine cask." Enjolras would be relieved that someone else had survived though he hadn't always got along with Grantaire.

"I'll go give Enjolras the good news," Joly said, turning towards Enjolras's room. Combeferre sat down, waiting to hear about Enjolras's reaction when Joly came out of Enjolras's room, looking confused. "Enjolras isn't there…" he said, pointing inside the room.

"Then where is he?" Combeferre asked. Both men looked at Eponine's bedroom door simultaneously. Together, they opened the door to see Enjolras and Eponine asleep, together. Joly gently closed the door.

"Let's not wake him now, but he's going to have some major explaining to do when he wakes up!"

A few hours later, Enjolras walked out of Eponine's room, hoping Joly and Combeferre were still gone, but to his surprise, they were sitting at the table, waiting for him. Enjolras then looked around the room, and spotted the sleeping drunk on the couch. Not expecting to see the old wine cask, Enjolras just stared.

"Joly…" Enjolras started. "Combeferre…" The two men turned around and realized that their friend had woken up and had seen the sleeping drunk.

"Yes, Enjolras?" Joly replied, gently.

"Is that-" he started.

"Yes, it is," Combeferre confirmed.

"Where'd you-"

"He was lying in an alleyway, drunk and nearly unconscious," Joly explained. "I don't think he even knows that he's home."

Enjolras looked at Grantaire and it felt like a small weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but his internal celebration was cut short by Joly.

"So, Enjolras, now that we've answered all of your questions, we have a few of our own," Joly said with a smirk. "Why were you asleep in Eponine's room?"

"She woke up last night, screaming, and I went in to check on her," he explained. "I gave her the medicine you said was for when she woke up and some sedatives, and she asked me to stay with her before she fell asleep."

"So you were there all night?" Combeferre asked.

"Most of the night," Enjolras corrected. "I woke up in the middle of the night, and then she started screaming."

"Her screaming woke you up?" asked Joly.

"No… I was already awake…" Enjolras confessed.

"Why were you awake?" asked Combeferre, worried about his closest friend.

"I woke up because of a nightmare…" Enjolras admitted, sheepishly.

"It's okay, Enjolras," replied Combeferre, walking over to where his friend was still standing. "We've been having them too."

Enjolras looked quizzically at his friend. "You have?" he asked.

"Of course we have, Enjolras," replied Joly, joining the two men. "We were there too, and we witnessed everything you did. You didn't think you were the only one who was suffering, did you?" he wondered.

"Well, no, but it was all my fault." Joly and Combeferre looked at each other worriedly. "I lead all of our friends to their deaths… We didn't even stand a chance…"

"Enjolras, we all knew what we were getting into. We were there because we wanted to be, because we could see a better France. It's not your fault!" Combeferre reasoned. It was true. Everyone was there because they wanted to be. They had chosen to follow Enjolras even if their choices lead them to their deaths, and they all knew that their deaths were very likely with the upcoming revolution. But Enjolras wouldn't listen to reason. His guilt was too much to listen to anyone.

AN- So, Grantaire's back! :D I know the end was a bit of a downer, but the beginning should make up for that. :P Hope you all liked the chapter.

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