Returning Home || Enjolras & Grantaire || SecretsVerse
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Enjolras had been gone for about a month now. When his father had fallen ill, he'd been called home in a rush, expected to stay with them until the man died and he could take over his estate. And he had been expected to come alone. With his father's rampant homophobia and the overwhelming presence of further homophobic family, Enjolras had known that it was safer to go alone anyway. It made him no happier to be gone, though, and to be facing this loss without his partner beside him.
Many a time, he had almost asked him to come to him, had almost overlooked his mother's wishes and called his partner to be with him during the weeks while he watched his father deteriorate. No sooner did he hear Grantaire's voice on the phone or see his name in a text message, and he revoked that wish silently, keeping it to himself. It was better for them both if Grantaire didn't have to deal with his family.
And so Enjolras had weathered it silently and alone, calling home every night and texting throughout the day even on the day that his father finally passed away, the evening of the wake, the evening of the funeral. The estate was signed over to him, his mother's care left to him to decide. He had opted for a hospice worker at last, after realizing how sick she had grown as well. And now he could go home, to await the call beckoning him back home again.
It was late when he got there. Entering their apartment as quietly as possible, Enjolras set his duffel bag beside the door, toeing off his shoes and leaving them beside the bag. He wasn't certain if Grantaire would still be awake or not; he hadn't messaged him since he'd left the estate an hour and a half earlier. Expecting his boyfriend to be asleep, he made his way to the bedroom, stripping slowly as he walked through their small apartment until he was down to his boxers.