Athos snorts at them both, a tiny grin pulling at his lips. Their shared embrace and steady smiles settle him - or at least settle him enough that he might be again unsettled in a sweeter way. Athos still waits in fear for the moment when they say, 'no, you were not what we thought you would be,' but miraculously, it does not yet come. He sighs shakily at the touch, and lifts an eyebrow at Aramis.

“Were that the case, you would never do anything else."