The Musain/R/Main story line / Closed with marble-statue and thelogicaletiennecombeferre
Grantaire had a long a rocky road behind him when, by a complete accident, he ended up with a group of young idealists who called themselves the friends of the ABC.
It had been Enjolras who had caught his eye, of course. How could it have not been? For someone who had given up on hope, or believe in a better world, a better humanity, to see someone so convinced, to the point of not believing was inconceivable, had been a shock. Like a forest fire, Enjolras had burned himself onto his eyes, his brain, left an eternal mark that would be there forever. It was the typical moth to a flame situation. There was nothing to be done about it. They were like fire and water of course. They fought relentlessly and it did not surprise Grantaire that Enjolras took an instant dislike to him from day one. What did surprise him, was that the others did not. In a few months time he found himself part of a crazy, dysfunctional, idealistic, rag-tag group of young men he called friends. These men made him feel alive again. And even though he realised Enjolras would never return his feelings, it was not a problem, it was enough to be in his presence, to be in the presence of this group of remarkable people. To be welcome in their midst.
Beside Enjolras despising him, he already had the perfect lover in the form of Combeferre. They never spoke of their relationship, but it was clear for all to see. The way the looked at each other, the way they were in synch, body and mind.
Grantaire could not even begrudge them or be jealous of Combeferre, because not only were they absolutely perfect for each other. No one could ever wish Combeferre anything but good. No, Grantaire admired him. He had not Enjoras's flame, but all the warmth the other lacked. He was gentle, smart and kind. Less impulsive, a tampering force. People could rely on him, something they never could with Grantaire and something he was secretly ashamed of. He was handsome to. Not the otherworldly, cold, captivating beauty that was Enjolras, but someone who became more handsome the more you got to know them. They deserved each other. And Grantaire contented himself with watching them from a distance and tried not to become too bitter.