|Enj Is Probably Saving Puppies (decidewhoweare) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-09-16 18:15:00
|Entry tags:||enjolras, grantaire|
Who: Enjolras and Grantaire
What: Desperately trying to get through to alcoholic best friends
Where: Some gutter probably and then the Inn
When: The morning after the debauchery that is Grantaire drunk posting
Warnings: Language, references, idk this won't be a happy post
It was an hour or so after he started looking that Enjolras finally found his friend. While he wished he could be sympathetic, he found he was more disgusted by his condition. At some point he had passed out. He was in a dark alley, like some homeless man. There had clearly been a fight, as his knuckles were bloodied, his eye was darkening as they stood there, and frankly he looked like hell.
But then, maybe that was the hangover.
There was no question about Grantaire's drunken state the night before. Enjolras had known him long enough to know the difference. He could smell it all over him. They weren't talking a glass of wine or a shot or two. No, Grantaire had been pathetically and totally drunk.
The first sight he had seen when he'd woken was Enjolras' dark glare and his arms crossed angrily in front of him. Fortunately, Grantaire was too hungover to argue. He only nodded to get the man to follow. But he knew Enjolras well enough to know just how angry he was. His jaw was clenched and his shoulders tensed. The most signature sign, though, was the silence. He wasn't lecturing. He was completely and totally silent.
The anger was more a mask than anything. It wasn't anger he felt so much as disappointment. He hurt. He wasn't enough to make his friend change. Eventually he'd lose him because he couldn't get through to him and he would dig himself an early grave. He needed Joly. Or Combferre. Someone who wasn't Enjolras.
Once they were in the Inn, he threw his things down on a side table and turned to march up the stairs. And then he saw him. Standing there, leaning against the wall, looking like he had no cares at all.
And he snapped.
"Really? You could at least act like this is an issue! You could act like it means a damn thing to you that you scare the hell out of me every time you do this." He'd unconsciously switched to French which was probably for the best. He was so emotional at that point he'd likely butcher English.