#renecombeferre

Glancing over at Grantaire brought a certain uneasiness to Combeferre as they waited in his and Enjolras’s apartment for the man to come home. It was an odd agreement they had, for them both to be seeing Enjolras and indeed for Grantaire to decide to wait for him here knowing that Combeferre would be here too but this was not the first time they had been in this situation. “Would you like a drink, Grantaire?” He asked after a painfully long silence, turning to look at the man next to him on the couch.

Glancing over at Enjolras as he debated furiously with Grantaire, Combeferre felt the usual emptiness fill him. He was quick to turn back to his books but his mind and heart kept straying to him. He almost didn't notice as someone sat near him and he wouldn't have noticed if they hadn't sat between him and his view of Enjolras. Glancing up again, he flushed slightly as he caught eyes with Eponine, embarrassed that he'd been caught looking over at him. He pretended, though, to the best of his ability, that nothing had happened. "Eponine.. How are you? Well, I hope." He cleared his throat nervously as he once again pulled his gaze from Enjolras's blonde curls.

Left with just Enjolras in the cafe, Combeferre glanced over at his friend. The others had gone home a while ago, almost two hours now, and he stayed purely because Enjolras didn't not wanting to leave him alone. They were going through the last planning stages of a major protest that would be happening later in the next week and this was the third time this week that the owner had left the keys for them to lock up with after them. After another hour had passed, Combeferre decided that they had done enough for the night and took a gentle hold of Enjolras's shoulder. "Enj, come, you have worked enough, you need your sleep."

Climbing the stairs to their flat, he smiled when he finally let himself inside and saw Jehan curled up on the couch. He unlaced his shoes carefully and set them beside the door before making his way over to the couch and letting go, laying down with his head on Jehan’s legs. “Hello, love.” He murmured, his eyes closed.

The next day, he's at his office waiting for Combeferre to come and see him. When the boy came in, he took a deep breath remembering he had to stay professional. The boy was his student but they were only 6 years apart and he was hot. "Sit down" He says politely