Enjolras gave a great squeak of air, as he found himself 'tiggered' onto his back, on the hard stone floor. Looking up, he could see where R's eyes had been close to brimming over with tears and he was confused.
"I love you too, mon coeur," he said, feeling the need to get that part out first. Not the least of which because it looked like R needed to hear it. Sometimes E didn't understand his best friend, but that didn't negate his need to care.
"But who else would I be? I..."
The Boggart.
"The boggart...?"
Enjolras had heard there was at least one running around the castle, and had been doing his level best to avoid it. He remembered the sick feeling that had hit him, when he'd had to face one in classes at his last school. His brow furrowed, as he wondered what R might have seen.
"It... looked like me?" he asked, confused. With all the shit in R's life, how is it his friend's boggart could take the shape of Gabriel Enjolras?