Porthos smiles fondly down at Athos as he moves to clean Aramis with a knowing, familiar touch. He's been doing it so long now that he could do it blind and one-handed, but right now, they have to talk about the future and it's bright and happy, as far as Porthos is concerned. "No," he admits. "And yes."
He sets the bowl at their feet, reaching over for a pair of boxer-briefs to slide into them, perched at the top of the bed with his elbow propping up his chin. "There's practical stuff, though," he admits. "Sleeping arrangements, financial situations and paperwork." He looks up, catches Aramis' eye over Athos' shoulder. "The fact we want kids."
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Date: 2015-03-09 01:25 am (UTC)He sets the bowl at their feet, reaching over for a pair of boxer-briefs to slide into them, perched at the top of the bed with his elbow propping up his chin. "There's practical stuff, though," he admits. "Sleeping arrangements, financial situations and paperwork." He looks up, catches Aramis' eye over Athos' shoulder. "The fact we want kids."