Enjolras truly didn't know how to be cool and reserved anymore. Not after all he'd just faced. Not with that bloody song following him around that ridiculous island, and the faces of all of those he had lost taunting him regularly. And the last thing he saw as what was apparently his shadow had been ripped from him.
No, he knew now. What was important to him, what mattered the most. His little family, odd though it was, was his world. And Grantaire was a part of that. Whatever it took to fix them, he would. He'd get his friend the help he so obviously needed if that was what it took. And he wasn't giving up on him. Not for anything.
"Can you stand?" he questioned, getting to his own feet and offering him a hand. There was no way he was letting him go back to that other apartment. Not now. Maybe if he was up to it later and still wanted to. But for now he was going back to his room in the Inn. Where, Enjolras believed, he belonged. "You look like you could do with some sleep. Maybe something to settle your stomach?"