It finally is too much for him: the wonder in their eyes, their warmth, their compliments. Athos’ gaze skitters away, and he closes his eyes to collect himself. He has not felt this exposed in a very long time, and not merely because he lies naked. How right that he is with these two men, that they now know him in this way as well, and yet how terrifying it is to share so much of his heart with those he needs so dearly. Perfect. Nothing about him is perfect, and the more he shares, the likelier they are to finally discover as much.
He fights back the momentary panic, though, and looks at them both with a tiny curve of a smile. How do they manage to carry such delight and joy? What would it be to wake up beside those smiles each morning?
Athos shares none of his thoughts; he so rarely does, though if anyone can read something of his emotions, it is his companions. Instead he lifts a lifts a brow at Porthos. “So you can be patient, given the right circumstances."
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Date: 2015-03-05 08:44 pm (UTC)He fights back the momentary panic, though, and looks at them both with a tiny curve of a smile. How do they manage to carry such delight and joy? What would it be to wake up beside those smiles each morning?
Athos shares none of his thoughts; he so rarely does, though if anyone can read something of his emotions, it is his companions. Instead he lifts a lifts a brow at Porthos. “So you can be patient, given the right circumstances."