Grantaire shrugged with one shoulder as he stepped through the door and squeezed past Enjolras with as much casual confidence as he could muster.Ā āItās okay,ā he said, smiling sheepishly,Ā āI left in a hurry.ā
After peeling off his soaking jacket and hanging it on the coat peg, he found himself standing awkwardly in the middle of Enjolrasā hallway; droplets of water were already dripping from his wild, wind-blown curls and pooling in puddles on the floor. Even under his jacket, his t-shirt had soaked through. Self concious, he shifted from one foot to the other, and winced when his shoes squelched.Ā
"I, er, donāt suppose you have a towel I can borrow? Itās just ā Iām kind of dripping on your stuff."
Enjolras knew, somewhere in the recesses of his addled brain, that he ought to be doing something other than gaping at the poor man causing a small flood in the hallway, but his limbs didn't feel like they belonged to him anymore because Grantaire was there, in his house, and there was no protocol for that.
Some molecule of useful thought inched through after a moment and Enjolras nodded as if someone else was moving his head.Ā
"Yeah-- yeah, god, you're soaked. Okay, towels, uh. Through here."Ā
Mercifully, the message had reached his legs soon enough for them to move properly, heading into the kitchen to the basket for clean washing that he had dumped next to the dryer in lieu of any actual motivation to put things away. He began to rummage through it, various articles of clothing tumbling out as he pushed them aside; t-shirts and socks and - oh god, underwear.
He grabbed the boxers, before they could make a bid for freedom and display themselves like a bright red beacon of mortification, and stuffed them under a bedsheet, revealing the towel he'd thrown in there several days previous.
He pulled it out, handing it to Grantaire with half an apologetic smile.
"Towel," he said, as if it might not be an irrefutable fact. He cleared his throat in an attempt to dislodge the notion that he was rapidly turning into a senseless moron, "Do you want a coffee or anything? Might warm you up a bit."
















