I Cant Help Myself Sugar

Enjolras paused. “You know, you could always come with me and find out.”He said it casually, as if it was the first time he’d made such a suggestion and not the fiftieth, which helped explain why Grantaire matched his tone as he countered, “You could always stay here and tell me.”It was an old argument, the kind that had been played out so many times that neither even needed to speak the words anymore to know how it would end: a stalemate, just as it always did. Enjolras just shook his head as he buttoned his vest before pausing, catching sight of something on Grantaire’s night stand. “Wait a minute, is that—”Grantaire blanched, scrambling across the bed to grab the picture frame, but Enjolras beat him to it, snatching it triumphantly away from him. “You framed my mug shot?”