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[For Grantaire]
Mar. 19th, 2017 04:56 pmGrantaire isn’t who Athos expects to see when he walks into the bar.
They’re not quite friends, he and Grantaire. They don’t actually know much about each other, they share no hopes and dreams with one another. They have laughably little in common. But Athos can’t quite claim that he merely knows Grantaire as a neighbor he sometimes passes in the hall. Shared nationality and - more significant still - shared bad habits means they see more of each other than that. More than once, they had found themselves sitting next to each other on barstools. They have even sought each other out. It isn’t a friendship, but it’s something.
It helps that Grantaire is a talkative drunk, and Athos a silent one.
But Athos hasn’t seen much of Grantaire lately - at least not in places like this, the sort of darkened, unpretentious watering hole where no one would come looking for them. The sort that’s really only suited to one purpose. Last he heard, Grantaire had set aside the wine and the whiskey, or so Athos has gathered, and the best of luck to him. Admittedly, Athos has been skeptical that this new behavior will stick - not because he lacks particular faith in the other man, but because Athos himself has gone down that path a few times, and has discovered that it usually leads him back to where he started.
Athos knows better than to voice his suspicions immediately. Silently, he slides onto the stool next to Grantaire, runs his hand through his hair, and waits for the other man to notice him.
They’re not quite friends, he and Grantaire. They don’t actually know much about each other, they share no hopes and dreams with one another. They have laughably little in common. But Athos can’t quite claim that he merely knows Grantaire as a neighbor he sometimes passes in the hall. Shared nationality and - more significant still - shared bad habits means they see more of each other than that. More than once, they had found themselves sitting next to each other on barstools. They have even sought each other out. It isn’t a friendship, but it’s something.
It helps that Grantaire is a talkative drunk, and Athos a silent one.
But Athos hasn’t seen much of Grantaire lately - at least not in places like this, the sort of darkened, unpretentious watering hole where no one would come looking for them. The sort that’s really only suited to one purpose. Last he heard, Grantaire had set aside the wine and the whiskey, or so Athos has gathered, and the best of luck to him. Admittedly, Athos has been skeptical that this new behavior will stick - not because he lacks particular faith in the other man, but because Athos himself has gone down that path a few times, and has discovered that it usually leads him back to where he started.
Athos knows better than to voice his suspicions immediately. Silently, he slides onto the stool next to Grantaire, runs his hand through his hair, and waits for the other man to notice him.
