'Ferre finishes off the rum in his glass, then reaches over and gives the empty glass to Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac had given it to him, so it only makes sense to give the glass back when he was done. Right?

He scritches the kitten's ears while Bossuet takes pictures, hoping that the pictures focus more on the cat and less on, well, him. Combeferre's not really self-conscious, nor does he consider himself anti-camera, but the last vestiges of his rational brain don't want to see evidence of how drunk he was later.

"Therrree's a hu--whole musical about us too, didja know that?" 'Ferre notices he has a beer in his hand still and opens it. "Best leave singing to the professionals. And the meowing."

He watches, fascinated, as Nerium stretches out under the petting and yawns.