Cinna nods, glad for Aramis. He'd only just begun to understand how important the others were to Aramis, the many layers that went with that, but he likes that Aramis is not alone. Of course, thinking of Porthos makes him think of Grey and how he had looked up to the other man and therein lies a spiral that he can't allow himself right now.

He takes the offered wine, appreciating the familiarity of it. A part of him wants to drown himself in the glass. He can't allow himself that though. So he sips an appropriate amount, absolutely proper about it.

The way Aramis describes this place is familiar. Still, Cinna cannot go home. But he remembers Katniss and other friends telling him tales of how they went home and no time had passed. They returned having not missed a thing. Cinna nods his understanding, seemingly not surprised by it. "I cannot go home."

Drawing a deep breath, he lifts his chin a bit. "I will try to make the best of my time here. Perhaps you and I will be very good friends." As they once were.