[ R snorts and shakes his head in response to the incredulous tone. ] I stay here sometimes. My family is terrible but I have a home with them. Not in Cormeilles - farther down the river.

[ Furrowing his eyebrows and glancing to the fire. ] Smaller place, less folks.

[ He realizes he's incredibly bad at lying about this, so he goes with the truth, while skirting around it. Something about this was making him nervous. Grantaire hadn't shared a space with someone who didn't know about his curse since being bitten. --Let alone someone who despised and wanted to wipe the curse off the map.

Not that R could blame him, honestly. But at the same time, he had mixed feelings on the idea of being killed for something that wasn't his fault. At the very least, let it be one of the many shitty choices he made in life that sentenced him. The mix of thoughts run through his head as he carefully keeps his mouth closed before coming closer to the invalid. Five paces and he's close enough to offer Redcoat a hand- to his good arm- to pull him perpendicular. His nostrils flare and his lips barely part for the breath he needs.

He wished he hadn't saved so much of the wine for the blonde. ]

I'm Grantaire.