“Aramis, if you’re so concerned, eat less cake.” Athos pushes himself to his feet and goes to fetch his own jacket and cloak, draped on the hook by the door. Without meaning to, and against his better judgment, he has slowly come to occupy the downstairs apartment nearly as much as his own, and his things are drifting with him.
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Date: 2015-01-07 03:34 am (UTC)