poemsofsplendor:

Jehan smiled, glad that Enjolras stopped vocalizing his worry. They appreciated it, but they couldn’t help but feel awkward by it. But at least they had moved on from the subject of the kiss.

“Right? It’s so weird being in another bed. Even hotels. Their beds are nice but still, not the same. Being home is nice.”

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               "Being home is the best.“
           He’s not one who falls asleep
           easily, add to it the unfamiliarity
           of a bed, a room, a house. He
           picks up his own mug. Tips it
           back as he remembers when he
           first moved into his own place.

                                              ”I had to force myself to sleep
                                            in my own bed when I first moved
                                            in here. It was a nightmare.“ He
                                            chuckles slightly. ”Now, some days
                                            I don’t even want to get out.“

              ”We’d be nightmares at camps.“