Those words sent a chill down his spine. This place was meant to be his second chance. Enjolras was terrified of losing it. He had a woman he loved more than anything, friends, a career he was good at and actually helped to make a difference. Fate couldn't possibly long to tear that from him again, could it? So he lifted his chin almost defiantly. "I don't believe in Fate."
He nodded, though Grantaire wasn't looking. "He'll be doing quite a bit of the cleaning around here for a bit. But he's safe. That's all that matters." How often had he worried about him while he was gone? All of them. To know they were okay was all that mattered.
Then the words came and he froze. How to reply? Because there was no way he was going to go get him one. He'd once promised he wouldn't try and change him. That didn't mean he had to aid him. But he didn't want to deal with Grantaire's rage again, either. Not when they were making small steps. "Not now," he said appeasingly. "Maybe later. Once you've gotten some rest." The only drink Enjolras would be getting him was water.