[There isn't time to process it before the man's thrown himself on the covers, and for a moment Enjolras thinks that Grantaire's gone mad. But no- he knows this voice, that hair...
He sets his hands to the bed-intruder's shoulders leveraging him back a fraction so that he can see his face. Amazement dawns on him, followed quickly by delight.]
Prouvaire? You're awake! Or is my delirium playing tricks on me?!
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He sets his hands to the bed-intruder's shoulders leveraging him back a fraction so that he can see his face. Amazement dawns on him, followed quickly by delight.]
Prouvaire? You're awake! Or is my delirium playing tricks on me?!