“He did tell me,” Athos echoes, rolling his eyes as they begin to make those looks at each other. Once, their flirting had made him uncomfortable, though that had melted soon enough into good-natured exasperation. Now, he has to turn away as carefully as he can to hide the new uncertainty on his face.
Athos makes for the sofa. “I would not have expected you to be bested by stretches, Aramis."
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Date: 2015-01-03 11:15 pm (UTC)Athos makes for the sofa. “I would not have expected you to be bested by stretches, Aramis."