"I really could not say. I don't know you that well." He sipped from his glass, considering him. "I could see you doing something that requires a lot of loud noise. You seem fond." Grantaire, on the other hand, liked the simplicity of the art store. It never got overly busy, and when he did have to serve people, it was about a subject with which he was familiar.
"It isn't so bad here, you know. Better than being dead." Better than a world where Enjolras was dead, more importantly. He didn't relish the thought.