He hadn't wanted that to be the answer. He hadn't wanted to know his friend had died again. He deserved more. So much more than to suffer. "I wonder what it says that fate seems set to keep us meeting our ends." Though really, what meaning was there to anything in this place? He was aware that he should probably just let that go, knowing he wouldn't find any answer. Or even if he did, that it would likely not be a comforting one.
"Eating too much pizza is a lot better than...any number of alternatives. I will take it." He felt an immense relief at hearing they were both safe. Though he and Eponine were still on a path toward knowing each other better, she was the woman Enjolras loved. And that spoke volumes of how important she was. And Gavroche, he'd found a way in to all of their hearts a long time ago.
Though he had spoken, he hadn't bothered moving, either to open his eyes or look at Enjolras when he sat beside him. He was taking measured breaths in an attempt to calm the nausea clawing at him. "I need a drink." He was beyond caring at this point what anyone thought, even someone who's opinion mattered as much as the man currently beside him.