"I'm coming, too," Aramis yawns, setting the bag of chocolates aside to better mold himself to Porthos. After a week spent all but skin to skin with him, Aramis is not ready to let Porthos out of his sight. "And Athos. We must select the makings of a victory feast." Cheek pressed to Porthos' shoulder, Aramis gives Athos a sleepy wink. "I plan to expend a lot of energy in the next few days."