Grief had threatened to crush Enjolras entirely. There had definitely been a risk that seeing the aftermath of the rebellion would lead to a complete mental breakdown in the young revolutionary. Instead, he had done what he had always done best. He'd got straight to work, and the people of the station had jumped to assist him immediately. He felt very fortunate to know them, to be one of them now.
He was making multiple trips between his apartment, Grantaire's now vacant apartment, and the cafe Musain. All areas that were bound to be heavily patrolled following recent events, but thus far he'd managed to evade the authorities simply by keeping his head down, and bundling himself up in different clothes. His hair was shorter, but really it didn't take a genius to notice the young man.
His most recent trip out had been to fetch the sewer plans for the surprisingly enthusiastic volunteers dealing with the water supply to the city. The sudden English language cut through the babble of French surrounding him, and he immediately perked up, even managing to give Kat a warm smile as she fell into pace with him.
"I thought that you would impressed," he joked. "Not a single officer has questioned me yet. Although, perhaps that may say more about them..."