Only offering a roll of his eyes in response to Aramis’ question, Athos allows Porthos to all but drag him into the large room. Even with his dearest of friends here, the apartment feels as strange and unfamiliar as everything else in Darrow, filled with objects he couldn’t even name. Even now, he is tense and reluctant to relax.

He’s still studying his friends, noting the changes that he can point to: Aramis’ scars and Porthos' tattoo, the clothes they wear that seem both not-right and perfectly normal to them. “You have been here for some time.” He glances at the feline and lifts a brow. “And you have a cat.” These observations might not be particularly remarkable, but a thousand questions hide behind the simple statements.