"It's you." Enjolras repeats, and one tear manages to escape his eyes and rolls down his cheek, but he is laughing, and Grantaire thinks that he's never listened to a more wonderful sound.
Enjolras stands up and wraps his arms around Grantaire. He is just the right height for Grantaire to rest his chin on the top of the Enjolras' head. He feels like he's floating.
The guy that was sitting next to Enjolras has his phone out, possibly recording, but Grantaire is deep in his bubble, he's holding the world in his arms right now.
Enjolras looks up to him, big blue eyes, and a sweet smile.
"Damn Blondie, I just met you less than ten minutes ago and you're already trying to kill me."
Enjolras hides his face in Grantaire's chest, and doesn't let go.
But just the tought of Enjolras melting like that between Grantaire's arms, his love's arms, his soulmate's hands, oh my god.
This is one of the sweetest, most beautiful things I've ever read?
He's holding the world in his arms
Just imagine Grantaire softly brushing Enjolras's happy tears away and cradling his warm cheek, and getting lost into his eyes and he can feel it, he can feel that pull that tugs the very core of his soul toward Enjolras, and it's warm and it tingles and he's never felt so complete.
