Enjolras & Grantaire
Instinctively, as Grantaire talked about the cold, Enjolras tucked him neatly under his arm. Their height difference wasn't enough for a proper cuddle while standing, but he was still able to pull him close. Honestly, any time he could hold Grantaire close was a positive thing.
And yet he would still be baffled if he heard his boyfriend say that he was still the one thing he believed in.
"Just as well. The art festival is just around the corner, anyway." That part was new and somewhat exciting for him. Being so supportive of Grantaire's passion for painting and sketching. He rather enjoyed it. "They're lovely. Still sort of miss the old fashioned candles for holiday lights, but I suppose this is much safer." Best not to burn the town down, after all.