Grantaire stormed into Enjolras's flat.

"What's your fucking problem?"

Enjolras turned away from the cold cup of coffee on his kitchen table to face him.

"A hangover. And how are you doing on this fine day," he spat.

"Cut the crap, we both know why I'm here."

"I was hoping it was for you to help me with this damn headache, but I see you have no sympathy."

"You're right about that. Not after what you did."

"Enlighten me, 'Taire. What gave me away?"

"Well, I knew something was wrong when you stopped lecturing me about my drinking. I knew I was right when you started drinking with me, and I started worrying when you started fucking everything."

Enjolras flinched.

"I know some shit went down between you and Simone, and I know, whatever it was, you suck at dealing with your problems."

"You know nothing."

"'Ponine told me."

"She knows nothing."

"You sure."

"What happened is between me and Simone, and I would appreciate if you would–"

"–not mention that you knocked up Simone?"

Enjolras gaped at his uncharacteristically sober friend.

'Éponine was right,' Grantaire thought as Enjolras continued to stare. Though Grantaire would never tell Enjolras, he was amused by his friend's face on the rare occasion that he was lost for words.

"I'll assume by your face that Éponine's theory's right. And, no, you didn't tell her while you were drunk."

"I–I don't know what to say. Does anyone else know?"

"Éponine made me promise not to send out conception announcements for Enjolras Junior. But that's not what I'm here to yell at you about."

"No yelling, 'Taire. Hangover–"

"Well now you know how I feel every morning that you lecture me about drinking too much," Grantaire groaned. 'He's just trying to distract you,' he thought. "And you're not avoiding this conversation, so stop trying to."

"There's nothing I can do."

"Bullshit. Any real man would stand up and take responsibility for his kid!"

"Let me deal with my problems as I see fit!"

"Not when your 'problem' is growing inside of another person, and your solution is ignoring her until the situation magically disappears."

"You don't know the half of it."

"I know you're a better person than this."

"I'm trying."

"Like hell you are! Moping, drinking, that's really how you raise a child," Grantaire yelled sarcastically. "Let me tell you, Enjolras, unless you want your kid to grow up to be me, I'd get off of your fucking downward spiral, and go back to being the strong, ambitious revolutionary I remember you being. You finally learned how to love someone else, and now you just throw that all away because...why? Are you really that fucking insensitive? Because that's low, even for you."

Grantaire panted, only thinking his words through after they escaped his mouth. Wordlessly, Enjolras stood and retrieved a bottle of wine.

"Want some?" he asked quietly, not bothering to turn to look Grantaire in the eyes.

'No, and neither should you,' Grantaire wanted to say. His voice, however, just responded, "Yeah."

Enjolras poured two glasses of wine, immediately taking a large sip on his own. He looked at Grantaire, and spoke after he finally took his first sip.

"Not bad," Grantaire commented. It wasn't the greatest wine he had ever tasted, but Grantaire hoped that the compliment would encourage Enjolras to talk.

"I never expected to have a family. I always thought that my legacy would just be whatever I did for France."

"You can still do that, you know. I doubt Simone would mind being a political wife. She could help, and–and so could your kid! People love cute babies!"

Enjolras smirked. Grantaire knew he was picturing a blond haired baby being passed around and fawned over by his countrymen. Enjolras shook his head, breaking Grantaire from his fantasy.

"That's not the point."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't want–I can't leave them behind. I've always expected to die fighting for the cause. And if I don't, none of you guys should. I feel...responsible for all of you. You're only fighting because I told you too. If I fail you..."

"Enjolras, don't be so hard on yourself. There's no battle yet, and when the time comes, if it comes at all, we will all fight, not because you told us to, but because we truly believe in freedom."

"I can't leave a child behind."

"It's too late for that. That baby's going to be born whether you're there or not."

"I know I just...how can I even help her? And who's to say she'd even give me the time of day after all of this?"

"Nothing's going to happen if you keep moping around thinking about what could go wrong."

Enjolras finished his wine. "I'll sleep on it."