granxaire:

“Yeah, that’s sort of an insult to Joly to even
think anyone gets close to that guy’s brand of
crazy,” he laughed, stretching out in the seat.
Don’t get him wrong, he adored Joly as much
as anyone, but the guy was a bit manic on his
good days.

To be quite fair, it hadn’t started as a means of
getting a rise, but he wasn’t going to deny the bit
of satisfaction he got every time Enjolras stood
to correct him. “If I drove we could make it there
in fifteen,” he teased. Not like Enjorlas would
risk his driving BEFORE an op.

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

        He feels a need to defend Joly but
      Grantaire is not  m a l i c i o u s  and
      Joly doesn’t NEED defending.  He’s
      admitted to his anxiety and it makes
      Enjolras respect him for his still being
      here despite the conditions of the job.
      ”I think the term here is unique.“ And
      that’s a compromise, to be honest.

        He can recall with startling clarity the
      first time he had allowed Grantaire to
      drive them and Enjolras had gripped 
      the armrest so hard, his hand cramped
      up after. There’s just no way. The mere
      memory is enough to have him shoot
      Grantaire a dirty look. ”I rather make it
      there A L I V E– and we can’t afford to
      wreck this car so soon. Combeferre was
      talking about finances to me the other
      day. No more car repairs till next month.“

      Which is funny because– trust fund.

      ”Anyway– you can sleep if you want
       to.“ One of them might as well make
       use of the time and Enjolras’s driving.