Porthos collapses back on the ground, peering up at Aramis from where he's staring at him like this, upside down, with a stupid fond grin. "But you hate it more," he counters, sitting up and plucking the skin-tight shorts from off his thighs as he adjusts his tank top and heads to make himself a cup of coffee, too. "It's much more fun wondering if you're bound to faint again."
"I told him," he informs Aramis sweetly. "And I'll never give up on the idea of you helping me. Especially with the one on page sixty three," he says with a smirk and a wink.
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Date: 2015-01-03 10:59 pm (UTC)"I told him," he informs Aramis sweetly. "And I'll never give up on the idea of you helping me. Especially with the one on page sixty three," he says with a smirk and a wink.