Porthos stubbornly refuses to be ashamed of what he feels and what might have shown on his face. As far as he's concerned, it's hardly the end of the world and he kisses Aramis with fondness, moving his lips to kiss Athos with equal quiet adoration, cupping his cheek. "I will try my best to keep it to ourselves," he vows, firm and devoted. "But those who know me might know something's changed. It's hard to keep that sort of happiness buried."