"It is both," says Aramis, crawling next to Porthos to curl around him, occupying whatever space Athos is not and some of that, too, fingers carding through his mussed hair. "Be nice or I won't give you sweets," he tells Porthos, proving himself a liar in the next moment when he places a chocolate in his mouth. He retrieves one for Athos next, but this one he sets between his lips, neck stretched to put his mouth near Athos' own.