Grantaire

It's a swift search, as a quick glance at any room is easily enough to tell whether someone Grantaire has been staring at for years is present. And he spots him out of the corner of his eye as he's passing by a large doorframe.

He nearly stumbles as he enters the room, though, but it has absolutely nothing to do with the wine and everything to do with what a quick glance out of the corner of his eye didn't tell him.

A voice in the back of his head tells him to run away and save it for another time, but no. He put far too much work in to turn back now.

So he clears his throat and extends the mug. "Coffee?"