E's brow furrowed in worry at R's words. His friend suffered in ways that E would never truly understand, although he would support the other boy through anything. Sleep often eluded Grantaire, however a bottle never seemed to meet the same fate. It was a dangerous combination, especially at a time where they should feel their most free.
"Not help," he admitted, catching a hold of Grantaire's wrist for a moment and tugging him along.