Who:Hot French boys Enjolras and Grantaire What: Welcome to Lawrence When: Shortly after Andy safely delivers Grantaire to the Inn Where: I just SAID the Inn Warnings: Alcohol, is that a warning?
The Inn was far too quiet. They currently had no overnight guests and the dining room still wasn't open. Neither of them could make themselves bother. Without Gavroche around, it didn't quite seem worth getting out of bed, let alone smiling while serving.
He'd already called in to work and he was grateful he had when Andy's post happened. It wasn't their little brother. But it was, in many ways, Enjolras' brother. His closest friend. The man willing to die at his side for no other reason than he trusted Enjolras. Much as he missed Gavroche, it would be a consolation to have Grantaire.
Eponine had readied a room for him while Enjolras had paced. He'd have to figure out how to explain all of this to an already cynical man. He'd been there once before, it shouldn't have proven that difficult. But it certainly felt like it was.
And now he was down the hall, settling in, confused as anything. Probably a bit surprised to see Marius' little streetrat friend and yet comforted by Enjolras. It was a start, he hoped, and he could explain everything else later. Hesitating only a moment, he rapped on the door, slipping easily into his native French. "Are you going to hide in there all day or would you rather join me downstairs for some wine?"