[ Grantaire had moved behind Enjolras in order to watch him read the words. He was proud of himself, remembering a poem from long ago. He moved just as suddenly, though, when Enjolras seemed to look straight at him. It was strange to be looked at, even if he wasn't seen.
He kept his distance, then, as Enjolras moved about his morning. Enjolras did seem rather tired; perhaps tomorrow Grantare would force him awake a little later.
That Enjolras kept optimism so early in the morning was enough to make Grantaire rethink that idea. In all his years of being stuck, he had never wished to be alive again. He could not speak, so he made his point by instead flinging the magnet that said nothing on it right to Enjolras's head. ]
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He kept his distance, then, as Enjolras moved about his morning. Enjolras did seem rather tired; perhaps tomorrow Grantare would force him awake a little later.
That Enjolras kept optimism so early in the morning was enough to make Grantaire rethink that idea. In all his years of being stuck, he had never wished to be alive again. He could not speak, so he made his point by instead flinging the magnet that said nothing on it right to Enjolras's head. ]