So he has. Maybe it’s the lingering thoughts of home, or maybe he’s realized that he is still feeling somewhat tired after his …eventful week, but Enjolras is now quite distracted. It is, then, understandable how he entirely misses the table when he sets his wine glass down, and ends up pushing both it and some books to the floor with a fairly loud thud.

He jumps despite himself, and quite suddenly, he’s back in the upper room of the Corinthe, shoulders set and musket in hand as he shepherds Combeferre’s retreat inside. There is work yet to be done and they are steadily losing the time to do it.

He must certainly look odd to whoever else is in the library at this time, eyes far away and hand set as though he’s holding a weapon. Perhaps it will pass quickly.