He purses his own lips wryly, nodding. Jyn had said something to the same effect, and having done both, Grantaire knows, logically, that it's not necessarily reasonable to expect every relationship, every friendship to go on forever -- and also, feels bitter about it. At least with Tunny and the girls, he had had the choice to imagine that -- had things gone completely differently, had they both remained on the Island -- they would have been perfectly happy. It'd been a future he'd grieved, but one he'd been able to be angry at the island for, not Tunny.

Of course, he doesn't want that future anymore; he wouldn't change ending up here, even now. "I wouldn't wish him gone, not -- not with the life he had back at his home," he says, painfully. "But it is hard, knowing that he chose to leave. I just end up cataloguing everything, wondering at what point we should have gone back to to make it end up right..."

He trails off, and when Greta interrupts herself and him with Anyway, it's probably for the best. He smiles a little. "The food's more than you should have done to begin with. But -- I'll be damned if I know how to start making my way back towards normal, even. If you've a map to being all right, or some hastily penned directions, I'll take all the help I can get."