It would probably not come to needing that button just yet, probably anyway. Enjolras did still want to pull the wires out of his nose, and might have to be convinced not to mutinously do it just because it was irritating and sort of...symbolized the ultimate repression of medical treatment somehow though, so it was probably a good idea Grantaire had found it. You know, in case Enjolras seriously let himself snap the way he wanted to.
It was...funny how quickly Enjolras had fallen into The Social Contract, and he sort of...wished he could explain the reasoning to Grantaire but how did you tell someone who didn't seem to believe in much that wasn't right here and now that you'd had a dream that felt insanely real and was leading you to make real life changes? Even he thought it was a little insane. He might say something at some point but right now didn't somehow seem the time.
Maybe, if more of them came, as he'd seen people on the network saying, things would be different and he'd bring it up in conversation. As it was? It was hard not to think of it as buying into some form of internet hysteria brought on by the sickness so...he kept that to himself.
As far as names meant, yeah, that was also weird. Enjolras wasn't entirely sure what it meant that he was able to do it with a long dead philosopher but not most of his friends. Did he even remember any of those first names? He made a mental note to try to recall that later, but for right now...
The offer was one that he appreciated, and it coming from Grantaire of all people made him appreciate it all the more. He glanced at his friend and almost, sort of smiled for a brief moment there.
"I'd like that. Thank you." He said instead of giving in to the smile urge since it felt...odd to him with anyone.