Enjolras gave a tiny smile at the protective stance his friend took. As if he hadn't just watched a man's heart ripping open. That was alright, though. They didn't have to talk about it, and it could die between them.
"It's okay for you to want me to be happy and still long for it for yourself," Enjolras reassured. He gave the man a gentle nudge under the chin, as if he were the older of the two. Then he made his way to the couch where he all but collapsed into the cushions. He was exhausted. He hadn't slept well the night before and had been up since dawn looking for Grantaire. He motioned for the other to join him.
"You think I don't know what all you've felt?" he questioned carefully. "I watched you go through it and it scares the hell out of me. This place is unpredictable at best. I've watched couples torn apart. We lost you, Gavroche, even Marius and Cosette. Through that, 'Ponine has been my only constant, and I wake up in a panic most nights, terrified she won't be there. And it's all because I'm scared to death to face what you did." Sighing, he rubbed his temples with his fingers. "I'm sorry. I never considered how all of this would be affecting you."