Oops. Sorry, @kingesstropolis, this ran away with me a little. ;D
If anyone else wants to send prompts, feel free!
Jehan paused in the hallway, poised to open the door to his room. That noise… Turning away from his own door, he edged down the hall towards Grantaire’s. As he edged closer, the sound of someone softly sobbing became unmistakable. He hesitated, torn between the need to help and the need to leave Grantaire his privacy, but in the end, he knocked quietly on the door.
The sounds of crying immediately ceased.
Not to be put off by Grantaire playing turtle, Jehan knocked again. “R… I know you’re in there. I can hear you. Is everything all right?”
A creak of bedsprings then, and a quickly muffled curse. Jehan waited, heart in his throat, for Grantaire’s answer. Grantaire’s voice, when it finally came, was thick with those tears that had stopped so precipitously upon Jehan’s knock. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fi—“
A rise in pitch now, a hint of frantic desperation around the edges. “Really, Jehan, I’m fine. Just… it’s nothing, OK?”
Not one to be deterred, especially when he hadn’t been asked to leave, Jehan squared his shoulders. “I’m coming in, R. If you don’t want me there, now’s the time to get up and lock the door.” When a count of twenty had passed with no sounds of movement from inside Grantaire’s room, Jehan slowly pushed open the door. The sight that met his eyes was… not the one which had been expected.