"You didn't give a damn back then!" More words he wanted to snatch back the second they hung in the air between them. He'd tried plenty of times since his arrival here to tell Enjolras he wasn't to blame and now he was contradicting himself. But with Enjolras pushing his temper like he was he couldn't see that, was beyond being reasonable or curbing his words.
"Yes you do," he scoffed. "The mistakes I've made are just about the only thing you did care about. You sure as hell never had trouble pointing them out." As Enjolras stepped closer he took a step away, til his back hit the wall behind him. He couldn't do this. He couldn't do this ever. Not feeling like he was. Not sober. But Enjolras had taken away his ability to respond how he usually did. He couldn't walk away, he had no where to go.
When he grabbed him though, he could do nothing but react. "I don't care!" His voice rose to match the volume his friends had taken as he lifted his hands, shoving him backward. "I don't care and I don't need you in my face being so self righteous, telling me you understand!" His voice near cracked on the last word but despite the rising sense of regret at what he was doing and the voice in his own head screaming at him to stop because he wasn't being fair, he couldn't.
"You think you know what it's like? Eponine gets taken away from you for a few weeks and you think you can stand there and tell me what's fair? You think some times passed, and what, Enjolras? You want me to stand here and pretend I'm okay? Because I've never wanted anyone to be happy as much as I want it for you, and yet it's killing me!" The words left him with barely a pause for breath and when he stopped all he could do was find a way to just leave. He shoved angrily at the chair that was in his way when he turned to walk away so it nearly toppled over.