The corners of his lips curved upward just slightly as he felt her take his hand the way she had so many times before. Nothing else made him smile so warmly as she did. Nothing else made him feel so content as she. Eponine was right, Cosette was by his side. Maybe she was also right about her and Enjolras being alive as well. His mind had been so fuzzy that day she found him. "How long have I been here?" he managed tiredly as he attempted to sit up some. He found it made him a little dizzy though so he stopped moving all together and just looked over at her contently.
"Water please Mademoiselle." His voice was still rough from lack of use. His eyes still full of exhaustion. As long as she was there, he would be fine. All that mattered was they were all alive. He no longer had to face his nightmares where dead and dark eyes stared up at him from the ground. From the barricade. They were alive and this was supposedly a place for a new life. Wherever this was. There would be no more poor and hurting, no more oppression. They could just be together. Enjolras woudn't have a probem with that would he?
They'd had their differences before the battle had begun. Where his heart should be. Enjolras's had always belonged with the flag, but his own was torn between a lonely heart and social change. Now maybe, just maybe they could try again to be together. "Where are we?" He asked as he looked about with concern and a litte curiosity.