"As you wish," Grantaire murmured to the retreating form. He leaned against the wall, regret crashing through him again. Everything always went so wrong when it came to Enjolras. He didn't need any other sign to tell him nothing was ever going to happen. He knew it was hopeless already.
He pushed away from the wall, heading in the direction of the bar. Forget breakfast, all he needed was wine. Lots of it.