Enjolras had had a rather restless night. He had heard everything that had happened in the room next to his own between George and Grantaire and it bothered him greatly. How could Grantaire do that? It shouldn't have really surprised him, but somehow it did. And it annoyed him, greatly. Finally he got out of the bed after pulling back the covers. He dressed in some of the clothes Brooke had given him. Another red shirt that he opened 3 buttons of and pulled over his head and some jeans. They weren't like anything he had worn before. His hair was a little unkempt looking.
He stepped out into the corridor and came face to face with George and Grantaire. This was the last thing that he needed and he felt himself getting angry all over again. George was a Prince! Grantaire sleeping with him was another reminder of how little Grantaire believed in the cause. But this bothered him more than anything else Grantaire had ever done.
He pursed his lips together, not even sure what he should say to both of them.