[ Friendship may well be the only thing that keeps Grantaire alive, if the way he treats himself is anything to judge by. He’s a friendly man when he isn’t completely plastered, and he’s charmed enough people, but none of his contacts beyond Enjolras are close enough to the point that he’s aware where any of them live.

He seems to muse on it for a long moment, warring with his memory, but he can find nothing through the fog. ]

My only known contact in Olympia is this establishment. [ He gestures vaguely about the room before he has to take hold of the chair once more to keep balance. ] They’ve been extraordinarily kind. Though, that was so long as I could pay. It is truly a sad thing when a man's pockets grow light and empty. You're looked upon as a different person entirely.