[ Grantaire was not used to people talking to him, at least not without being strange about it. Enjolras spoke to him like a person and not some malevolent spirit--which he told himself was rather stupid, since by now he was more the latter than the former.
He stopped the quaking and considered the pillow on Enjolras's face. He could, in theory, force it down until he lost his breath. The thought occurred to him and passed just as quickly, and instead he grabbed onto the pillow in an attempt to toss is across the room, or simply see whose strength could win out. ]
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He stopped the quaking and considered the pillow on Enjolras's face. He could, in theory, force it down until he lost his breath. The thought occurred to him and passed just as quickly, and instead he grabbed onto the pillow in an attempt to toss is across the room, or simply see whose strength could win out. ]