Porthos isn't sure what he's done and the confusion must show on his face by how his brow furrows and he gives Athos a wary look, still feeling off balance. He knows they need to talk about things, but he's not sure where to start and doesn't know what he can say that won't make the situation awkward.

Still, he sits at the table and fidgets with the place settings rather than drink coffee that will get him more jittery. "S'just coffee," he grunts, scratching his fingers through his now-shorn hair.