For @coughdontfeelwellcough! (Right? I believe you sent me this??)
Enjolras manages to keep quiet as he gets ready to go out with Combeferre and Courfeyrac, but after the sixth or seventh sneeze from his roommate, he caves with a loud sigh as he looks into his full length mirror to smooth down his sweater.
“You’re going to spread your germs all over our room, Grantaire.” He says, flicking his gaze to watch Grantaire’s rather pathetic form on their small dorm couch through the mirror.
Grantaire presses another tissue to his nose and sneezes sharply into it, shoulders shaking from the force. “I’ll try not to.” He rasps out, and Enjolras arches both brows at this.
It’s common knowledge that he and Grantaire are not that fond of one another; to put it simply, they hate each other. But, they couldn’t swap rooms, no matter how much either argued with the college’s dorm advisor. So, on a normal day, this conversation would have ended with Grantaire running around the room and breathing on everything, doing everything in his power to drive Enjolras up a wall, but the brunet seems genuine in his words right now. Enough to have Enjolras turning away from the mirror with a frown.
He watches Grantaire keep one tissue pressed gently to his nose as he remains hunched over an art book resting in his lap. Grantaire’s off right now, Enjolras thinks, different, and a twinge of confusion plays on his face as he moves to grab his dorm keys off the small key-holder on the wall. He contemplates pressing the brunet further, almost wanting their usual banter to fill this silent void between the two, but his phone chiming in alert of a text has him moving toward the door instead.
“I’m going out,” he says, knowing full and well how obvious that is but saying so as if inviting the brunet to call him out on the stupid statement.
But, Grantaire only mutters a quiet “have fun” around a weak cough that has Enjolras ripping the door open a little too hard and storming out of the room.