"It looks like the game of choice is 'kitten baiting'," Combeferre observed as he finished off his beer. "And I begin to see why Grantaire is so fond of this cat."

There's still that nagging worry, of course: that Enjolras is dying somewhere while he's lying on his arse in his living room, drinking with his friends and taking his ease. But it's a tiny voice easy relegated to the back of his head. It isn't as though they wouldn't be going after Enjolras soon enough -- and besides, Enjolras can take care of himself and he forces himself to not worry.

"I think the video games would be a lot funnier after we've all knocked back a few, though."