Enjolras knew he had no right to be jealous, but he couldn't help that he was. He set the cup down again.
He glanced at George when he mentioned Michael. He felt a sudden urge to comfort the man. He knew what it was like to care deeply for someone, or more than one someone in George's case, and know that you were to die when you returned home. He no longer had that plan but he had felt that same ache that George must be feeling now.
Before he could stop himself he reached out and grabbed George's hand, giving it a squeeze.