nobody loves the light like the blind man

Grantire • Cynic • I suppose I'm a student, but I've ditched so much they've probably forgotten me

[theskeptic]

Home Sweet Home ||Enjolras&Grantaire||

[theleaderpaintedred]

Enjolras ate his sandwich at a regular pace until Grantaire snuggled into him. He scarfed the rest of it down quickly and set the empty plave on the coffee table, enveloping Grantaire securely and carefully in his arms. “You feeling okay, love?”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire smiled wide when Enjolras' attention turned fully to him. He snuggled against Enj's chest, tucking his head securely under his chin. R would've nodded, but he was far too comfortable and completely unwilling to move. "I feel fine. Better than I have all week. I'm so happy to be home."

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly laughed harder. “Grantaire, relax. I know. I was just joking with you,” he said, patting his friend’s shoulder gently. He gave a small sigh. “I just… got too depressed to function, thinking I’d lose them… I never really told anyone what actually happened… besides Jehan.”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire reached out and took Joly's hand in his, squeezing it. He held his hand in both of his own. "You can tell me. You can tell me anything, Joly."

[theskeptic]

Home Sweet Home ||Enjolras&Grantaire||

[theleaderpaintedred]

Enjolras let out a laugh and wrapped an arm around Grantaire and pulled him gently into his side. His boyfriend was being extra cute. He planted a sweet kiss to R’s temple and smiled. “Better?” he asked, taking a small bite of his sandwich. He was so happy to have Grantaire home with him.

[theskeptic]

Grantaire smiled wide and nodded. "Much, much better." He managed to down half the sandwich before he decided he was finished, and then set it down on the coffee table. He snuggled in closer to Enj, practically climbing into his lap. He was competing with a sandwich for his boyfriend's attention, and he already knew was that he was going to win.

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

R nodded. “When Ferre found out I was here he took over as my doctor. No luck involved, just a perk of having a doctor friend.” He squeezed Joly’s hand sympathetically. “Your health issues aren’t stupid.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

"Hey now. You have two doctor friends. Just because I’m on leave doesn’t mean I’m not a doctor," he chuckled, faking a pout. "Okay… My health issues aren’t stupid… but they were caused by my stupidity."

[theskeptic]

Grantaire got a sheepish look on his face. "I know you're a doctor. I know. I just... I meant... I mean, he was... It was his shift and... and he..." He ran his fingers through his hair, unsure where he was even going with his sentence. He didn't want Joly to think that he didn't consider him a doctor or anything like that. He shook his head. "Joly, no. You aren't stupid, your issues aren't stupid... you're great."

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire smiled back at him. “You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you have more important things to do. My annoying doctor, I think his name is Combeferre or something stupid like that, says I have about five more days here.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly let out a happy laugh. “Combeferre’s your doctor? That is some serious luck,” he chortled. “Five days? Good. You’re healing well, then… If I was able to return to work, I’d request to be your day doctor, but y’know… I’m still on leave for my stupid health issues.”

[theskeptic]

R nodded. "When Ferre found out I was here he took over as my doctor. No luck involved, just a perk of having a doctor friend." He squeezed Joly's hand sympathetically. "Your health issues aren't stupid."

[theskeptic]

Home Sweet Home ||Enjolras&Grantaire||

[theleaderpaintedred]

Enjolras sighed and put two sandwiches on two plates and carried them into the living room. “Yeah, I know you can, Grantaire,” he said, handing his boyfriend a plate. “But I want you to be comfortable. The table isn’t comfortable, and you should get to relax on the couch. We’ll cuddle and eat our lunch together. How does that sound?” he replied, taking a seat next to Grantaire. He felt a quick tap to his shoulder and heard Combeferre rush a ‘see ya later’, and heard the car pull away.

[theskeptic]

Grantaire sighed and accepted the plate. Enjolras knew there was no way in hell Grantaire would deny himself cuddles. Affection was always greatly desired by him. He gave Ferre a quick wave goodbye and started picking at his sandwich, fighting the urge to complain about the fact that Enjolras always made sandwiches so much better. He pulled his knees against his chest and wrapped his free arm around them, then looked at Enj expectantly. "Cuddles?" he asked - although it came out as more of a command than a request.

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire shook his head. “It’s really fine, Joly. I don’t need anything. Just you being here to check up on me and keep me company is enough.” He smiled softly. 

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly smiled. “Well I’ll just have to check up on you every day, won’t I? Do you know what day you get to go home yet?”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire smiled back at him. "You don't have to do that, I'm sure you have more important things to do. My annoying doctor, I think his name is Combeferre or something stupid like that, says I have about five more days here."

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ll be out of here soon enough anyway. I don’t want to be any trouble to anyone. Besides, I think just the thought of leaving me here would give Enjolras a heart attack.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly nodded. “You’re probably right… But that’s why I offered,” he said. He knew things were going to be different now, and he worried about Grantaire.

[theskeptic]

Grantaire shook his head. "It's really fine, Joly. I don't need anything. Just you being here to check up on me and keep me company is enough." He smiled softly. 

[theskeptic]

[text] hey idk if you have your phone with you [text] but would it be okay if I swung by?

[text] my phone is my only connection to the outside world

[text] of course i have it

[text] yeah you can swing by! i’d like that a lot

[text] be aware though, enjolras is never more than like, three feet away from me. more often than not he’s aggressively cuddling me.

[itsamemarius-deactivated2014101]

[text] lol okay

[text] that’s alright, i understand the aggressive cuddles

[text] been there done that

[text] ill be over in a few

Marius pulled himself together and walked to the store. He bought a small boquet of brightly colored flowers and walked to Grantaire and Enjolras’s place, taking a deep breath in before knocking.

[theskeptic]

Grantaire opened the door for Marius, a wide smile on his face. He was leaning heavily into Enj's side for support, but other than that, he looked pretty okay. He'd regained color and he looked genuinely happy. The only other sign that anything was wrong were the bags under his eyes. "Hey, Marius! Come in."

[theskeptic]

Home Sweet Home ||Enjolras&Grantaire||

[theleaderpaintedred]

Enjolras frowned at the difficulty his boyfriend was having. Though he knew it was good for Grantaire to push himself, he couldn’t stand it. “R, you relax and get comfortable. I’ll bring you a sandwich,” he said, pointing to the couch. He worried like hell about R.

[theskeptic]

Grantaire pouted and complied, sitting down before arguing. He didn't have it in him to stand and argue. "Enjolras, I'm not eating on the couch. I can make it to the table just fine." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I can do it."

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire shook his head a little. “I’m fine, Joly. Seriously. I just miss my bed and my pillows and being able to cuddle with Enj at night.” He sighed. “I want to go home.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

"Would you feel better if I got some of your things from home, or asked Enjolras to do so?" asked Joly. "Especially your pillows." He was shocked that Enjolras wasn’t cuddling with him at night.

[theskeptic]

Grantaire shrugged. "It's fine. I'll be out of here soon enough anyway. I don't want to be any trouble to anyone. Besides, I think just the thought of leaving me here would give Enjolras a heart attack."

[theskeptic]

Home Sweet Home ||Enjolras&Grantaire||

[theleaderpaintedred]

Enjolras sighed and climbed quickly out of the car. “Hey, not so fast,” he said, rushing to Grantaire’s side. “You should be careful. Don’t push yourself too much,” he said. He was much more comfortable standing next to R, just in case. He wouldn’t dare let anything happen to him. He unlocked the front door and led Grantaire inside. There was a note on the counter from Combeferre, along with a plate of sandwiches. 

"Ferre made us lunch. Are you hungry?"

[theskeptic]

Grantaire rolled his eyes. "I'm fine." He casually leaned into Enjolras, hoping that his boyfriend wouldn't assume that Grantaire needed his help. He definitely, definitely needed Enj's help. Walking wore him out, and he was stiff from being in bed for all those days. R immediately went into the living room and curled up on the couch. He sat up at the mention of food. "Not really, but I should probably eat." He stood slowly, then leaned on the couch for support, trying to make his way to the kitchenette without falling over. 

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire curled up and nuzzled against the pillows, obviously trying to get more comfortable. “I can’t wait. I love a good party.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly nodded. “Yeah. I do too,” he said. “Do you need more pillows or anything?” he asked. He hated feeling so helpless. He wanted to make Grantaire feel better.

[theskeptic]

Grantaire shook his head a little. "I'm fine, Joly. Seriously. I just miss my bed and my pillows and being able to cuddle with Enj at night." He sighed. "I want to go home."

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

He smiled along with his friend. “I will be. Everything is going to work out.” He yawned for what felt like the millionth time. 

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly nodded. “Yeah… For all of us. As soon as you get better, we’re so having that party,” he said.

[theskeptic]

Grantaire curled up and nuzzled against the pillows, obviously trying to get more comfortable. "I can't wait. I love a good party."

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly smiled wide. “Thank you, Grantaire. I’m sure in time, you’ll be proven right,” he said. He knew it was going to be a while before anything ‘normal’ came of the relationship.

[theskeptic]

He smiled along with his friend. "I will be. Everything is going to work out." He yawned for what felt like the millionth time. 

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire smiled lopsidedly. “It’s completely possible, Joly. You two should talk about it. Maybe hearing it from her will help you remember. Even good, caring people make mistakes sometimes.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly shrugged. “It’s fine… I don’t want to bring it up to her again. It’s in the past now,” he said. “I don’t think she remembers anyway. Nobody seems to.”

[theskeptic]

R nodded. “I understand. If it’s in the past, and things are okay between you two now, I don’t see why you can’t just leave it there.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

"We can. I just hope I don’t fuck up," said Joly. "I’m glad we got another chance."

[theskeptic]

"You won't fuck up. You love her. You love all of them. It's going to work out just fine. I can feel it." He had faith that Joly would be able to make all of this work. 

[theskeptic]

Joly approached the room with trembling hands. He still couldn't shake from his mind the events that had happened. He was just glad that he had made the right moves and that his friend was okay. Still, he hated to see him in that hospital bed. He knocked on the open door, keeping the bag of gifts behind his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked. He hadn't yet stepped inside, and he didn't plan to without an invitation.

Grantaire’s face had color in it again, and he felt stronger than he had when he’d first been admitted into the hospital. Still, he was weak, and he really did not like getting out of the bed. He smiled ridiculously wide when he saw Joly. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that his friend had saved his life. “Joly! Come in, please. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks to you, of course.”

[theskeptic]

Grantaire smiled lopsidedly. “It’s completely possible, Joly. You two should talk about it. Maybe hearing it from her will help you remember. Even good, caring people make mistakes sometimes.”

[winewhiskeybloodandchocolate]

Joly shrugged. “It’s fine… I don’t want to bring it up to her again. It’s in the past now,” he said. “I don’t think she remembers anyway. Nobody seems to.”

[theskeptic]

R nodded. "I understand. If it's in the past, and things are okay between you two now, I don't see why you can't just leave it there."