Athos’ expression crumples a little, Porthos’ words making him ache with guilt and gratefulness. Oh, that he knew how to stoke these embers of contentment always, for his own sake, and for those he loves. He thinks he would do anything to see that beautiful hope in Porthos’ eyes, much as it frightens him.

Aramis does win himself another tiny sigh, though it turns to a sound of disgruntled surprise when Aramis pokes him. “No reason to try it on me,” he huffs.