Combeferre doesn’t even notice Enjolras wandering
the apartment, eyes focused on the books in his hands.
It’s not until the other is squeezing in next to him that
his focus breaks and he looks up, one eyebrow raised
as he looks pointedly at the empty couch to his left
before looking back at Enjolras.But after a moment of quiet he moves, scooting slightly
to the left so that the other can sit comfortably.
:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
Yes, well. Raise your eyebrows all you
want, Combeferre, he has a spot and he’s
taking it. It’s not entirely comfortable, they’re
both too tall for it to be– but in the fold of his
limbs and the jostle of their elbows, he finds
some sort of peace and settles down.
In the ensuing silence, Enjolras tucks his
toes under Combeferre’s thigh, not staring
at anything in particular as he tries to relax.