"I grew up in Paris. Aside from summers in the country, I was used to being surrounded by," he waved his hand as if to indicate the buildings and road and general lack of nature that surrounded them. Sure, there were a lot of changes from his time, but Paris was hardly green meadows or forests. "You must be used to something very different."
He smiled at that, though it was only for a moment as he looked over at her. "I think I've been waiting for someone to come out and say it. Enjolras has been reminding me I'm not a bad person, that I am a good influence on Gavroche. Pathetic is a bit easier to swallow, at the moment."
He pulled the little lid off the coffee, the smell of it hitting his nose and reminding him how much he really did enjoy coffee, even if he hadn't had it in a while. Would it interfere with what John had provided to help him sleep? He'd worry about that later and enjoy the fact that he actually felt like he could drink it at the moment.
Since fate was such a kind friend, he took a sip right when she mentioned lying, and he nearly spat it back out again, forced in to laughing. "I feel like I need to defend him, since he isn't here to do it himself. Camaraderie in shared faces, or something."