Enjolras & Grantaire
It was cold, and the sort of night he might have preferred spending inside with a bottle of wine. Or perhaps now more so with the company of his partner.
At least he had the latter, and he was certainly not prepared to give that up so easily just yet. A few glasses of something to warm him and he was content to brave the icy air with a warm hand wrapped in his. Particularly when that gentle kiss was placed against his cheek. Something he would not have dared to imagine even months ago from the other man.
"I would not miss it," he assured with a crooked smile, squeezing the fingers clasped within his own. "I have always liked Christmas. And your company even more."