A move

It is, as Gavroche explains to Courfeyrac in the note that he leaves, as much for Grantaire's sake as his own. He says little else, only that he is fond of his friend, and appreciates all that the older man has done for him in his time here. That he hopes Courfeyrac understands, and believes that he will.

He has been in one place too long. It is time for Gavroche to move on.

Belongings packed, and Montparnasse following at his heels (though as he grows in size Gavroche wonders if Brujon is perhaps a better name. The dog is none too smart, but easily trained to do what he wishes) Gavroche heads through the streets. It is not that far to his new building, his new home.

He never even considers that Grantaire may not wish to have a ward.

The dog stays where he is told, Gavroche entering through a window. They will need better locks he thinks, as he goes back outside and lets his companion in through the doors. The cat, Owen, hisses and flees to the top of a cabinet. Brujon (for he has changed his name, he's decided) curls up on at the foot of the sofa. Gavroche finds the empty bedroom and sets down his things.

This will do nicely, he thinks, at least for a while.