Porthos listens thoughtfully and nods when the words filter in. He thinks he understands, even though he's not entirely sure he fully agrees, but he nods his head and lets his lashes flutter on his cheek as he stares at the both of them, groaning when he forces himself to sit up long enough to fetch their blankets, wrapping them all snugly, tightly in. "Only because you haven't gotten your ears numbed to them," he chides, leaning over Athos for a broad grin and a steal of a long kiss from Aramis' lips.

"Besides, I think she suspects," Porthos confesses, a bit sheepish and guilty. "I might have stared at you a bit much at the bachelor party."