Grantaire

Bahorel thought for a moment, before shrugging his broad shoulders.  ”No, I don’t think she remembered her name, but she was looking for someone, I think.  I can’t remember if she said who, or even if she knew who, but she wanted to find a boy.”  He told Grantaire earnestly

Grantaire listened carefully, trying to figure out this mystery woman. "That's strange," he said finally. "I've only seen us... Y'know, from the barricades. The ones that fell. I've been searching for Eponine for Gavroche's sake, but there's still no clues as to where to find her if she's even here."

"I don't think you've met her before... here or otherwise?"  Bahorel pondered.  "I haven't met her before.  I met her for the first time a few days ago, she was dressed like me - sort of - but in the ladies style, and I talked to her,"  he said. 

Grantaire raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So strangers are with us as well? It's not just us from the barricade? I find that strange. Did she say her name?" he replied. 

Comfort in Chaos | Combeferre

Combeferre smiled back. “Thank you, Grantaire. I’ll try my best to be worthy of that trust.” he replied. This was rather new, but he’d always suspected Grantaire did actually care about more things than he let on.

Grantaire nodded. "I know," he said. "So... What else do you know about these strange new things?"

Comfort in Chaos | Combeferre

Combeferre wasn’t sure it was a good idea, given Grantaire’s tendencies, though he decided not to say anthing. “I’ll see what I can do.” he said, finally. He’d have to try to get Grantaire into a real hospital, though.

Grantaire offered a small smile. "I trust you, Combeferre," he said. "I always have. You'll do what's best for me. I know it." Since when did Grantaire have any sort of hope or belief in anything? It was as strange and new to him as this version of Paris was!

Bahorel took a minute to register the names.  ”Enjolras…” he muttered “I remember him, he was - is - our leader.  Isn’t he?” he asked Grantaire curiously.  He suddenly smiled “Gavroche, yes I know him too, the lovely lady met him, she was from our time too,” he told Grantaire

Grantaire nodded bashfully. "Yes, Enjolras is our leader... Was... We haven't had meetings since our return," he informed Bahorel. "I'm still getting my memory back, but... what lovely lady?" he asked. He had yet to meet any woman.

"ferre..." Bahorel muttered for a second.  He looked confused but didn't deign to worry about it.  "I noticed you by your curls," He said gleeful reaching out to touch Grantaire's curls.  "I have a feeling I couldn't ever forget them, they're very unique," Bahorel grinned.  "Who else have you met?  You mentioned Ferre and the way you talk, it seems like you've met quite a few people," Bahorel asked curiously

Comfort in Chaos | Combeferre

"I’m sorry. I hear they have better analgesics now, but those also carry a risk of addiction…I can try to get you some. I’m sorry, I…there’s not much more we can do now than when we were alive before."

Grantaire sighed. "Whatever. I don't care about addiction. I'll do it. Just... get rid of this pain," he sighed.

"I'm still a little lost and confused," Bahorel said.  "I can remember bloody fighting, guns, and friendship, but not much else than that," he said shrugging.  "I have flashes of pain or discomfort every now and again, from where, I guess, I was killed, but nothing that is permanent," 

Grantaire nodded. "It's good that it's not that bad... It seems nobody else is suffering quite like I am," he said. He bit his lip. "I get so bad I black out. 'Ferre wants me to see a doctor... but I'm kind of worried to do that. So... how'd you recognize me?"

Bahorel sort of shrugged.  "I've been so confused, and quite lost." he admitted.  "This is Paris, but - it... isn't  at the same time," Bahorel muttered looking slightly lost and kind of angry about being lost.  He sighed, "How are you doing, though?" he asked quietly.  "Do you remember anything?  Or have you met anyone else yet?" he asked hopefully

Grantaire nudged him. "Yeah. I've met a few... I'm starting to get things together. I know a bit more now, and I've got a job at the art museum, teaching the history about art of our time," he said. "By next week, Gavroche and I should have an apartment. We've been living in a shelter. I'm still in a lot of pain, though, and nobody knows why. I'm still too afraid to get it looked at. What about you? Do you remember anything? Do you feel any pain?"

Grantaire hadn't lasted very long in the clothes Enjolras made him steal. They weren't comfortable enough. He normally wore them out, but today was a day he didn't, and he found himself really glad for that as he looked up at a familiar face. He beamed, looking at Bahorel. "Bahorel?" he gasped. "It's good to see you! How are you doing?"

Comfort in Chaos | Combeferre

"I know. I’m sorry. The wine will stop working, we’ve learned you become desensitized to it. Your liver’s able to detoxify it all, which means it won’t work as you’re intending it to. And we’ll find a way. I know we will.”

Grantaire's eyes widened. "What? No. The wine can't stop working. I-I-I need it! I need it, 'Ferre. This can't happen. How am I going to stop the pain if the wine stops working?"

Comfort in Chaos | Combeferre

"Okay. Just take care of yourself well." Combeferre said a little reluctantly. It was obvious to him that Grantaire was hurt, and hehad whished he could do more than when they came from.

Grantaire bit his lip. "I'm trying really hard, 'Ferre. I don't know how to ease the pain anymore. Even the wine isn't working, and I can't possibly make money fast enough."

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.”

Grantaire nodded. "I guess so... It's just so difficult... I'm trying so hard, Enjolras, but it doesn't feel like it's good enough."