He'd completely lost track of how long he'd been sitting there. Hadn't had much of a concept of time to begin with. But there'd been no result in telling himself to stand up. That he couldn't sit here forever. Why couldn't he? It wasn't as though he'd gotten in anyone's way. No one was even around. So lost in how he was feeling it had barely occurred to him that might be because they weren't around. That wasn't something he would even want to consider.
Of course, finding out he wasn't alone by nearly tripping someone up was unexpected. He opened his mouth to speak when whoever it was said his name, and he froze. Even without opening his eyes, he would recognise that voice anywhere. Would give anything to keep on hearing his voice spoken by it, even in anger. After their last conversation, before all this, he wouldn't be surprised if anger was what he got. This time, though. This time it sounded something like surprise. Maybe he hadn't expected Grantaire to survive either. Though cheating death by being miraculously brought back, did that really count as surviving? He wasn't so sure.
And to that end, he had to wonder if this were not more trickery of that place. It would stand to reason that the best way to fool him in to thinking he was safe again was to show him Enjolras. Illusion or not, he could never ignore him.
"I remain as sceptical about that as you," he replied haltingly in French, voice quiet and rough. That was all he managed, though. Anything else and it would likely be more than words that would try to leave him. He grew tired of being controlled by the affect sobriety was having on him.