"I suppose not. That was no fate meant for you, at any rate." None of their friends were meant for that end. They had all had far too much left to give. Grantaire would have given near anything for them to find their way here, too.
"Don't be too hard on him. The inn is still standing, after all." And he'd been stuck here on his own, after all. He didn't need to have gone to another place. He would have had the worry of where everyone else had gone. Whether his sister was okay. That was worry enough.
"Later," he repeated the word dully, not entirely without skepticism. But he didn't argue. He didn't think he had it in him just now, if he were honest. "I can't sleep, I've tried." That was why he wanted the drink. He'd sort of thought that was obvious.