Grantaire who is deaf. Who was estranged from his family and peers all of his life because no one cared enough to learn LSF or teach him. So he taught himself. Who dances without music. Who pushes his pain out through dance and painting and boxing. Who started drinking before University because he was lonely. Who meets Courfeyrac on his first day and is shocked and touched when he decides to learn LSF for him. Who is dragged to an Amis meeting by Courfeyrac because “You have good ideas, Taire. Ideas that deserve to be heard. Seen. All of the above. And deaf issues deserve just as much attention.” So he goes. And he sees someone beautiful there. And he stops watching Courfeyrac try to frantically translate and just concentrates on that beautiful boy who sits up front. And sometimes he reads his lips but sometimes he just watches him. And then Courfeyrac stands up and talks about him. And Grantaire watches everyone’s reactions. Watches their eyes widen and prays to god he won’t see that look of pity he’s so used to, like he’s a hurt puppy or like he’s stupid. But they doesn’t. He just signs, thank you; he means thank you for coming. And finally Grantaire has found a home. And the Amis have LSF lessons once a week, and Grantaire swears, no matter how bad the rest of the week is, no matter how many times he’s not heard, that night is happy. And watching Enjolras’s look of concentration is the purest form of joy that he’s ever found. On his birthday, the Amis sign happy birthday to him and they sing along so loud that he can hear the vibrations in his feet. And for every rally and every speech, there is an Ami standing by Enjolras signing, if Enjolras isn’t doing it himself. And for the first time in his life, he’s finally found a place where he never struggles to communicate.