Feuilly felt himself listing sideways, and jerked awake before his head could land on Enjolras’s shoulder. 

“My apologies,” he said, feeling his cheeks heat and redden as he shuffled the papers in his lap, the papers he was supposed to be editing.

“You’ve worked hard today, as always; allow yourself a rest.”

“Perhaps I should retire to my own rooms, then, so as not to disturb your work.”

“Feuilly,” Enjolras said, smiling and wrapping a tentative arm around him, guiding Feuilly’s head gently to his shoulder, “I don’t mind.”

oh no, oh no that’s such a cute.

because neither of them can dance very well - at all, really. 

(they’re adorable though, argh idiot dorks.)

Courfeyrac takes lessons - he loves it, it’s great, but he needs a partner. His first thought was Grantaire but Grantaire just snorted and said no, so Courfeyrac manages to convince both Enjolras and Combeferre to come with him to the next ‘open class’.

It takes a lot of convincing, but eventually Feuilly agrees to come too, mainly so that Enjolras isn’t forced to dance with a poor, unsuspecting girl for Courfeyrac’s class. 

Enjolras and Feuilly are about as bad as Courf and Combeferre are good: very. Enjolras is stiff as a board and Feuilly has two left feet. They step on each other’s toes more often then not and are both embarrassingly red (and sore) by the time the lesson ends, both because they think they looks silly in front of the other, and also because everyone is watching them. (they all - well, the ones who don’t know him) expected the graceful, handsome Enjolras to be great at this, but this… is different. At one point he turns a bit too quickly and ends up giving Feuilly a pretty gnarly-looking bruise on his cheekbone.

After the lesson the four of them end up at the coffee shop - Enjolras buys Feuilly the biggest, sweetest drink and says sorry fourth the fiftieth time (although Feuilly had forgiven him instantly - it was both their fault anyway.)

“So, what did you think?” Courfeyrac asks Enjolras.

“It was terrible,” Enjolras frowns. “I never want to do this again.”

The others laugh, Feuilly still blushing. Enjolras realises how this sounded, turns to Feuilly and says,

“I don’t mean dancing with you, of course. Dancing with you wasn’t what was terrible, I meant -”

“I get it,” Feuilly says. “It’s fine, I was terrible too.” (Enjolras doesn’t try to argue that either.) “But I liked dancing with you either way.”

“Yes,” Enjolras says. “Perhaps next time we should wear protective gear, though.”

(Courfeyrac, of course, takes note that he did say ‘next time’….)