Grantaire shrugged. "You were correct - in the future, people see your actions very differently. She is proud of you." He squeezed Enjolras' shoulder, understanding how strange it would be. Not that it was likely he would have family telling stories about him in generations to come.
"He's just outside. Combeferre, I am going to steal him away."
Combeferre nodded. "Of course. Good luck, Enjolras." He looked slightly concerned, but he trusted Enjolras to know if he could handle the situation. Besides, he would have Grantaire with him.