closed: 'you don't believe in anything.' 'i believe in you.'

[untamedantinous]

The past few days have been less than pleasant. Firstly, it seemed that winter had decided to take an extended stay here at the mansion: yes, he knew this place had odd seasons, but winter has never been one of his favorites, even at home. Enjolras has been uneasy, lately, spending most of his evenings holed up with Laertes and Sagramore in an effort to avoid nightmares.

Today, he is hoping that spending time with the one other person from Paris will do him good: and besides that, it has been some time since he has properly seen Grantaire. It would do to check in on him, he thinks. And so, he has gathered up books and his nearly ever-present notebook, intent on doing some writing as well. --As an afterthought, he grabs the unopened bottle of wine that Dionysus had given him, and proceeds to Grantaire's rooms, where he knocks at the door.

"Grantaire?"

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[untamedantinous]

"Oh, it went well enough. M. Aziraphale offered to edit it for me; I'm not really certain what I shall do with it now. It was mostly a thought exercise."

[futaille]

"Good to exercise one's thoughts, to keep them from atrophy¹. I commend you for the effort in keeping yourself from mindless insensibility."

¹Legitimate medical advice from Dr. Grantaire.

[untamedantinous]

“Mm. Thank you very much,” he says drily.

[futaille]

"Oh, of course. I can applaud if you'd like."

[untamedantinous]

"That seems unnecessary. Shall I applaud you for being able to find mindless insensibility? --Though I suppose you may not have done that often, here. At least not that I've noticed."

[futaille]

He pauses in his painting. "Huh. You're right. Not as often. How strange."

[untamedantinous]

“Perhaps it’s the company?”

[futaille]

"Perhaps, although it's hardly as if I had been previously lacking for company. It therefore must be the pinball."

[untamedantinous]

“….Pinball?” He clearly has made no attempt at the game room.

[futaille]

"Oh, it's in the game room. It's from somewhat after our time. Very exciting game. Almost as noisy as I am."

[untamedantinous]

“Mm. You shall have to show it to me sometime.”

[futaille]

He looks mildly surprised. "Of course. Whenever you wish."

[untamedantinous]

"Perhaps not now, of course." He's --vaguely paying attention to his writing, after all.

[futaille]

He laughs a little as he paints a bit. "As luck would have it, 'whenever you wish', while in fact inclusive of now is not exclusive to now."

[untamedantinous]

"Well, yes, there is that." He continues his writing, falling into silence for a few moments.

[futaille]

Grantaire is perfectly content to keep painting, then, as well, even if he takes frequent pauses just to watch Enjolras.

[untamedantinous]

From time to time, Enjolras finds his gaze drawn towards Grantaire as well. He has never really taken the time to watch him at work -- it is doubtful that he's really had an opportunity at any point. Regardless, he does keep writing.

[futaille]

After a while of this, Grantaire stands and starts to stretch. "That's enough for now, I think."

[untamedantinous]

"Mmm?" Enjolras doesn't exactly bother to look up.

[futaille]

He tosses a cloth over his painting. "I'm taking a break. Would you like a glass of the wine you brought?"

[untamedantinous]

"Ah. Yes, that would be nice." He does take a moment to shift position and stretch some, at least.

[futaille]

He nods and goes to get a couple of glasses, pouring one for each of them. (There may be a slightly more generous pour in his own.) He hands Enjolras his glass. "Cheers."

[untamedantinous]

Enjolras nods and takes it, giving him a small smile. "Thank you."

[futaille]

He smiles back and shrugs. "You brought it in the first place, so thank you."

[untamedantinous]

"I thought you might get more use out of it than I would."