"I'm just saying, he would have been worried." He shrugged, though it was the smallest of motions. He wasn't trying to argue. It was the last thing he wanted right now. Right now things were calm, almost as though the last conversation before they'd been sent to their separate locations hadn't happened at all. And Grantaire didn't want to change that. If Enjolras was willing to overlook it, so was he.
Pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes, he ran his fingers back through his hair as he finally opened his eyes. "No tea." If Enjolras was going to be impossible and deny him a drink, he didn't want anything. He knew he couldn't stomach tea. The only other thing he might have wanted otherwise was possibly a shower. Or at the very least, a change of clothes. The thought of the ones he was wearing, and all the things that had happened while he'd been wearing them, were not doing much for his nausea.
"I'll try. I feel like I could sleep for a week." He almost said forever, but somehow managed to stop himself, knowing just what Enjolras would think of that. This whole plan unfortunately was solely dependent on his moving. And this couch was the most comfortable place he had been in two weeks now. With how he was feeling, there was little motivation for effort.