As soon as Enjolras was on his feet, Grantaire knew his dreams of just sitting here for the rest of his life were over. He near laughed when his friend spoke. Sleep, and something to settle his stomach. He doubted if he'd slept more than a few hours in days. And he knew there was only one thing that would settle his stomach right now.
Still, he took the hand offered to him, knowing there was no being too proud at this point. He put his other hand on the wall as he got to his feet, aware that if Enjolras was not there he'd likely have become a close acquaintance of the ground again. But he didn't answer his second question, simply shook his head. He wondered what his friend knew of what had happened, yet. He hadn't looked at his phone yet but he knew this had to have happened to all of them. Not just the small group who'd gone to that strange place. Either way, he could read it all in Enjolras' face. He knew what those weeks had done to Grantaire. That much was clear.
So he'd already assumed, no, he knew, that Enjolras was hardly going to be sporting and get him a drink. But that didn't mean he was going to dry any of his alternatives. Sleep, though. Sleep was awfully tempting. "I'm not really hungry," he eventually spoke, likely completely needlessly. Still, it was something to say. He had to say something. And inane chatter seemed a better option than the mess he had made of things.