Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.
Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.
"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.
"Are you okay?"
Enjolras flinched as his boyfriend approached so suddenly, wincing at the hug as his arms were squeezed to his sides before managing to rest his hands on R's hips. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to... I swear." He looked around a bit over his boyfriend's shoulder before squirming his way out of the confining embrace to wrap his arms around him in return. "I..." He hesitated with a gulp, hiding his face momentarily against the side of R's neck. "I dunno." It was quiet, but it was earnest. He wished he was more cheerful. He wished he could just brush it off... but it wasn't so easy.
"I know, Apollo. I know." Grantaire wasn't angry, just worried, trying his best to find what was hurting Enjolras. "What do you think about couch or bed cuddles? Put on some comfy clothes, watch Lord of the rings for the billionth time and just relax?" He offered, wanting Enjolras as close as possible, preferably on his chest.
"I get that you're all about protests and all, but if you're gonna get yourself hurt, please do that when I'm not watching, Apollo."
Enjolras continued to cling to his boyfriend, fingers knotting in the cloth of his shirt as he held and was held by him. He swallowed hard and felt himself begin to tremble. "I just... I want you to hold me. Please." It sounded more pleading than he would have liked, but in the privacy of their apartment, there was no one to know. He gave a sniffle and hid his face more effectively.
"I know, I kn-know." He whispered. "I just... they went after Jehan and Jehan wasn't even d-doing anything. I just... I couldn't let them..."
"I can do that. Of course I can. C'mon. Let's go to the couch, okay? It's more comfy, and I think we both need that." Grantaire said, let one of his hands find its way to Enjolras' hair, combing his fingers through it.
"Apollo.. I know. I know. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, but genuinely, what the hell were you thinking? You're brave, you are... but... don't scare me like that."
Enjolras nodded, almost crumpling as he felt his boyfriend's fingers land in his hair. He gave a quiet whimper. He sniffled a couple of more times, just relieved to be home. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, voice shaking. "I just couldn't let them hurt my friend, our friend." Despite the tremor in his voice, it rang with finality.
"Oh you..." Grantaire's voice was gentle, and he kept combing his fingers through Enjolras' hair. "I'm not mad. Honestly, you scared me, but only because I thought I'd lose you. I love you. I can't be mad at you. I can't stay mad at you, and I never even was. You did the right thing. That's what you do. That's the man I fell for." He let go, let one hand move to his pocket, but decided against it, it wasn't the perfect moment.
"Well... I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, I made dinner, I got some non-alcoholic champagne, because I had a date planned tonight, but, I can just ignore all that if you'd rather not. You always come first, Apollo."
Enjolras felt so very coose to tears and he hated it, clinging to his boyfriend as he listened, shaking in R's arms. "Thank you," he finally whispered. He didn't regret it, and nothing could make him hate it... but hearing his boyfriend say as much made him feel a little better.
He listened and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry," he started, "but I can't do a date tonight... can we just... eat? We shouldn't waste what you made, but I... I just..." He gulped.
"We can. Absolutely. Screw date night, it's just a dinner, okay? No expectations, no nothing. Just a nice dinner." Grantaire said, his hand against Enjolras' back.
"You don't have to explain, Enjolras. It's okay. We can have a dinner, and then we'll see, okay? You're okay, right?"
He rubbed his back gently, patient.
