[Sid just... stares at him for a long while, the gaze as piercing as ever but somehow lacking heat. He's not angry, just evaluating. Eventually, he comes to a conclusion, and moves to put a hand on the back of Grantaire's chair.]
...Right. To hell with this, we're leaving.
[And if he won't disclose where he lives -- or doesn't have such a place -- at least he won't be alone at night on the streets. Not that he's about to spill his logic, though.]
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...Right. To hell with this, we're leaving.
[And if he won't disclose where he lives -- or doesn't have such a place -- at least he won't be alone at night on the streets. Not that he's about to spill his logic, though.]
Stand up, or you're getting carried.