starts to get surreal

Grantaire is taken aback at first. There’s no way that’s actually Enjolras standing in front of the milk. But it definitely is, wearing a sweater that is most likely Combeferre’s—judging by the way it almost reaches his knees—with his hair in a half-attempted bun and honest-to-god glasses on his nose. He blinks, like maybe it’ll take away what has to be a fever hallucination—because he’s about one hundred percent sure Enjolras has never stepped foot in a grocery store before in his life. Then, because Grantaire has a tendency to not know how to shut his mouth ever, he blurts out, “Enj?”*five instances enjolras and grantaire go to the grocery store, and what becomes of it.