Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

He nodded, “You should look around and see if there are any art related jobs… Lord knows what I’m going to do.” He sighed, “I might see if it’s possible for me to go back to university.”

Grantaire nodded. “I’d love to, honestly. I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’ve been just winging it. I’m terrible at this.”

Enjolras nodded, they were all lost right now and it was going to take a while to adjust to their new surroundings, "We just need to settle in." He said, "Then everything will come together."

Enjolras hummed and nodded in agreement as they went. “So, have you thought about how you’re going to make money yet?” He asked.

"I’ve taken up pick-pocketing," groaned Grantaire in embarrassment. "But other than that, the only thing I know is art. It’s all I can...

He nodded and glanced down, “I know…” He sighed before rubbing his arm, “What we need right now is somewhere to stay and some sort of income.” He said, “We can’t just wander about forever, can we?”

"That would be a good plan. I’ve been staying in the university - no one...

He nodded, "Well you sound like you've been getting on well at least. I don't even know where to start, I don't know where I'm needed and I don't know what to do. I refuse to simply wait in a café or something along those lines when I'm capable of doing so much more." He said.

Enjolras hummed and nodded in agreement as they went. “So, have you thought about how you’re going to make money yet?” He asked.

"I’ve taken up pick-pocketing," groaned Grantaire in embarrassment. "But other than that, the only thing I know is art. It’s all I can remember. So I guess it would have to be that."

He nodded, "You should look around and see if there are any art related jobs... Lord knows what I'm going to do." He sighed, "I might see if it's possible for me to go back to university."

Gavroche looked at Enjolras, hurt playing across his face. He knew this had happened many times before. Important information came in and everyone thought Gavroche was too young to understand. He knew what Enjolras’ anger looked like, and he didn’t want to receive any part of it.

Enjolras sighed and pushed a hand through his hair on seeing the other's expression, "I'm sorry... this just isn't something I want to deal with right now, there are more important matters at hand, okay?"

"What happened to ‘I’m so glad you’re alive’?" Gavroche smiled. "I promise I won’t get in trouble, I’ve got Grantaire, and he’s been training me out of all that crime stuff that kept me alive before. Now what’s in that letter?"

He…

"Gavroche." He sighed, passing his hand over his face, "Just leave it, okay? I have a lot of things to think about right now." He said.

"I can handle it. I know stuff. Please just tell me?" Gavroche pouted.

"Gavroche, I said no." He said, using his authoritative voice that he did during their old meetings.

"I don’t see why, our shirts were much nicer than these ones. Though beggers can’t be choosers, I suppose." He said as they continued walking.

Grantaire nodded in agreement. “Well, it is a bit cooler wearing only one layer. Maybe they did away with the waistcoats because it was too hot… though I agree our fashion is much nicer, and might I add better quality?”

Enjolras hummed and nodded in agreement as they went. "So, have you thought about how you're going to make money yet?" He asked.

"I know… I wonder what made them start dressing like this." He said, looking around at the public before wrinkling his nose, "I’ve seen more female legs than I ever wished to."

Grantaire gave a small laugh. “I don’t mind that so much,” he said. He didn’t mind the legs, really. It was interesting to him. “They probably got tired of it.”

"I don't see why, our shirts were much nicer than these ones. Though beggers can't be choosers, I suppose." He said as they continued walking.

He nodded, “Okay…” He agreed, “So how are your new clothes fitting you then?” He asked, ” Not too terrible I hope.”

He shrugged again. “They’re alright, I guess. Not really my style, but that’s okay. They’re comfortable at least.”

"I know... I wonder what made them start dressing like this." He said, looking around at the public before wrinkling his nose, "I've seen more female legs than I ever wished to."

He nodded, “It will be better this time.” He smiled, “And no one will get hurt.” He added after a moment, “Life will be better now.”

Grantaire shrugged. “Well, let’s hope so,” he said. He certainly wanted things to be better this time. “Help me scout out a shelter for Gavroche. The plan is to let everyone believe he’s my son…”

He nodded, "Okay..." He agreed, "So how are your new clothes fitting you then?" He asked, " Not too terrible I hope."

He looked to him and smiled with a nod, “We’ll see.” He corrected himself, “Do you plan on interrupting me as much this time?” He asked.

Grantaire smiled back. “Only when I see fit, of course,” he said lightly. “So… just be prepared. Last time was practice,” he joked. 

He nodded, "It will be better this time." He smiled, "And no one will get hurt." He added after a moment, "Life will be better now."

He sighed and looked to him about to say something but as their eyes met he cut himself off and frowned, “I’ll see.” He said finally.

"You mean we’ll see,” Grantaire corrected, placing a gentle hand on Enjolras’ shoulder. “I’m not leaving you.”

He looked to him and smiled with a nod, "We'll see." He corrected himself, "Do you plan on interrupting me as much this time?" He asked.

"I will!" He exclaimed, snapping once more, "I’m not going to just jump into it, I’m not stupid but I’m still going to do something." He said.

“Something is fine. Just… maybe this time, something doesn’t have to be violent,” said Grantaire. For the first time, he sounded as if he had hope in something.

He sighed and looked to him about to say something but as their eyes met he cut himself off and frowned, "I'll see." He said finally.

"There is no smarter." He said, frowning, "We were just outnumbered, we would have had them if we had just had more people." He insisted.

Grantaire folded his arms across his chest. “Enjolras… We don’t know what we’re up against. This is a new time. Who said violence is needed this time around? Give it time. Learn about them. Learn how things work here.”

"I will!" He exclaimed, snapping once more, "I'm not going to just jump into it, I'm not stupid but I'm still going to do something." He said.

Enjolras sighed, “You don’t have to join in, Grantaire.” He said, knowing the other wasn’t happy with it, “But I want to help so that’s what I’m going to do.”

"I supported you yesterday, and the day before. I supported you a hundred years ago, I support you today. I’ll support you tomorrow and through a million lfetimes, Enjolras. I just think we should be smarter about it this time."

"There is no smarter." He said, frowning, "We were just outnumbered, we would have had them if we had just had more people." He insisted.

"Helping." He said with a blink as if it were obvious, "This time clearly needs our help too, we can’t just sit around doing nothing." He told him with a shake of his head.

Grantaire sighed. “That’s what I was  afraid of,” he confessed. “Maybe we should get used to things more and see what they need help with before we throw our lives away a second time,” he said.

Enjolras sighed, "You don't have to join in, Grantaire." He said, knowing the other wasn't happy with it, "But I want to help so that's what I'm going to do."