Ready

Grantaire rested a hand against Enjolras’s chest, rubbing his thumb in small, comforting circles. “I don’t know that you have a choice,” he told him. “Besides, believe me, there is no one who wants you to pass more than I do.”“I don’t know—”“I do,” Grantaire interrupted, still with that same firm tone. “Because I think having to listen to you study for this thing a second time may actually break me.”Despite himself, Enjolras barked a laugh and shook his head. “And here I was wondering when you were going to make it all about you,” he sighed without any real heat.