Enjolras, lying in bed with Grantaire but he’s an arm’s length away: *exists*
Grantaire, a cold boi, lying in bed with his husband, who’s an arm’s length away: Mmph, warmth
Enjolras: *shuffles slightly towards his husband but he’s still angry with him*
Grantaire: mmmmmmmph
Enjolras, crossing his arms but shuffling closer: I hate you
Grantaire, smiling goofily: nope
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