for the light of my life

windows boarded up after the storm || (AO3)

Enjolras still hasn’t said anything. His gaze is still jumping, has been straying from Grantaire, to the muted television, to the door, to his stained shirt pooled on the floor, never staying in one place for long.

It makes Grantaire ache, seeing him like this, unsure and afraid; All he wants is to comfort him, but he doesn’t know how. What could he possibly say to soothe him that hasn’t already been said?

( look at that! another hurt/comfort fic, this time in mob au! )

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Do I need another reason?

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hype man hobi