Grantaire ruffled Gavroche's hair and pinched his cheek, just because it would irritate him. He glanced around, feeling his cheeks heat slightly. "You're not wrong." But he tossed a cloth over the canvases and flipped a sketchbook he'd been using as reference closed. Gavroche really shouldn't have seen them.
"You're here! How long have you been here?" he asked.