granxaire:

Nope, not lied to. Not yet. Grantaire takes a
minute to back track before forcing a laugh
and a roll of his eyes. “You worry almost
as much as Joly, it’s nothing. I slept wrong,
no reason to bench me.”

He hadn’t, but it was an easy enough lie to
believe. Enjolras has seen the weird ways
Grantaire has managed to contort himself in
his sleep, be it while on the road or otherwise,
it wasn’t a far stretch.

Grantaire gave a roll of his shoulder without so
much of a wince at the next red light. “See?
Perfectly fine. I’ve got your back, Apollo.”

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

            “Impossible.” is his retort because
          Joly has a special brand of worry that
          makes Enjolras so FOND of him. Why,
          he remembers when the other was in
          college and panicking over exams. It
          was Enjolras that made him flash cards.

            The memory makes something warm
          settle on his chest as he turns into their
          exit and the road before them is theirs
          for the taking. A quick glance over to
          see Grantaire roll his shoulders and–

            “Enjolras.” There’s the familiar buzz
          irritation. As though, he k n o w s that
          Grantaire does it to get a rise out of him
          but he is incapable of not responding.
          “If you believe so. We’re half an hour 
          away,” he continues and that’s that.