Not, Enjolras feels, the most useful reaction possible.
(Not precisely an unexpected one either, he would be forced to admit if pressed. He would have to suppress a certain exasperation first, however.)
At least Grantaire's keeping it as quiet as he can. It's something.
Enjolras shifts his grip on his walking stick; he's not yet twirling it defensively, but he's prepared to do so. Holding walking stick and flashlight prevents him from waving Grantaire back without making the light bob wildly across wall and floor. He opts instead for a very low-voiced, "Retreat. We'll see if the other way's safer."
It may or may not be. There's an uneven, unhurried thump of heavy feet now, echoing too much to tell the precise direction.
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(Not precisely an unexpected one either, he would be forced to admit if pressed. He would have to suppress a certain exasperation first, however.)
At least Grantaire's keeping it as quiet as he can. It's something.
Enjolras shifts his grip on his walking stick; he's not yet twirling it defensively, but he's prepared to do so. Holding walking stick and flashlight prevents him from waving Grantaire back without making the light bob wildly across wall and floor. He opts instead for a very low-voiced, "Retreat. We'll see if the other way's safer."
It may or may not be. There's an uneven, unhurried thump of heavy feet now, echoing too much to tell the precise direction.