Grantaire had just left the studio to grab a mug of coffee. He walked back in, sipping it as he moved around to face the canvas. He stopped in his tracks suddenly as he realised there was someone here. A child?
He felt the blood drain from his face as he set the mug down. "Gavroche?" he asked, disbelieving. He moved around to get a clearer view, then beamed. "Gavroche!" He was so relieved he stepped forward quickly to sweep the boy into a hug. Of all the people he could choose to save ... Gavroche would be high on the list. He hugged him tightly.