Porthos has longed for this touch from Athos for so long, an ache in his heart starting to thaw as he looks at the man before him, aware that they have much to say, but he'd so much prefer to speak with actions instead of words. He nods, though, when Athos makes his request for brandy, slipping away to find the bottle they keep.

He returns to Athos to give a splash in the coffee, biting back a crass joke about Athos being old enough to partake in it.