[ Well, there goes his reason to do this in any semblance of privacy. Taking a deep but stuttering breath, he spits out: ]

Well, I..I..fuck, I remember okay? All of it. [A meaningful look as blush colors his cheeks.] I didn't think I did, but I talked it out with Combeferre and Courfeyrac and...

[ He trails off; as bad as a shock as it was to hear Grantaire's initial claims and to fight over refuting them, talking about it afterward just felt like knives piercing his gut. ]

Are you sure we can't do this inside?