"Oh you know me, I never really get sick." Jehan looks cheerful as always, if a little tired, and stands to hug Grantaire tightly. Then he pulls back to really get a good look at his friend and tuts, cupping his hands over Grantaire's face and kissing his forehead.
"You look dreadful. Come sit down and have some soup with me. You might need to heat it a little, if they have a microwave, but it's just as good cold."