[Toby is right, of course. Every cynical bone in Grantaire's body has quivered at the thought of that every time it's crossed his mind. This is stupid, this is folly, you don't need Enjolras any more than Enjolras needs you. The fact of the matter is, though, that he longs to experience it. That's the cycle, that need to experience something warmer than his own clammy heart could manage on it's own, to see what was so beautiful about the sun's light that he couldn't manage on his own.

They all seemed to happy in it's rays, even if that happiness was born from ignorance. There's something about it that pulls him in like a moth to a bright, flickering flame, distracting from the right, real path set by the moonlight, something that would fill the void in his heart that should be filled with positive emotion but remains drained by his own intellect.]

I don't want the sun, I want to be moved by it like everyone else seems to be. I just happened to find that the sun is so much brighter in person than anyone used to candlelight could expect. Care and curiosity will kill the cat, or in this case the drunkard. You can't tell me that you would be satisfied not knowing what the sun feels like when everyone else experiences it so vibrantly.

[He leans forward himself, then, and would maybe attribute his own honesty in this case to the drink--as he usually does, he doesn't have many secrets because of it.]

I expected the sun to disappoint me or kill me, and it did just that.