"Yes... so am I told," Enjolras replied, with a little hint of amusement. Everyone keep telling him that he would adapt and get more used to it, although no one wanted to commit to giving him a timeline for such an adjustment.
Ah. So, he had seen that he was sleeping in the middle of a cafe. "I, uh..." he frowned a little, looking at the coffee cup rather than at the man in front of him. He didn't really know how to explain it in a way that wasn't overly intense.
Neville asked about the apartment- that made sense, only a vagrant would be likely to sleep so publicly, after all, but that wasn't it. "Yes, I have an apartment, I just..." he trailed off, not sure how best to explain. "It was not intended. I'm just tired," he tried to explain, although he knew it didn't really cover it. If he was so tired, surely he could return to his apartment and get a proper sleep, after all.