Athos lifts a puzzled brow in silence, searching in Porthos’ face for the real question behind this one. It does not take him long to find, for Porthos has never hidden his feelings with any ease. His expression softens, and though his first instinct is to rise to his feet and busy himself somehow, he thinks there might be some things his friend needs to hear face-to-face.
“Porthos. You are nothing like her. Do you hear me?"
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Date: 2015-01-03 09:06 pm (UTC)“Porthos. You are nothing like her. Do you hear me?"