Grantaire slid his hand through Enjolras' curls lightly, his other hand reaching down to take one of Enjolras'. "Yes, patience, Courfeyrac. Combeferre is a smart and capable man, he will be fine with his lady. What is her name?"
"Penny." Combeferre smiled. "And thank you, Grantaire. Courfeyrac, I am not about to let this slip away, I assure you."
Courfeyrac sighed. "If you're sure. But if you need help, or advice..."
Combeferre smiled fondly. "Of course. I will come to you."