if you've got to spend your time, won't you spend it with me?

Enjolras knew he shouldn’t say yes. It was a bad idea to say yes. Saying yes would open the door to constant fighting, to the potential to ruin their already tenuous friendship, and - most terrifying of potential consequences - to inescapably being known on an intimate level at which no one (except maybe Combeferre) had ever been allowed to know him. He had made sure of that. He had to think of self-preservation, here. He had every right to say no.“Yes, he is.”--Grantaire has to temporarily move in with Enjolras, and Enjolras has gay panic. What could go wrong?(This is my first fic ever so please be patient cause i have no idea what i'm doing <3)