Porthos rubs at his cheek with sweeping brushes of his thumb, nodding and understanding that, but it still stings to think of that in combination with the other. "And the rest?" he asks, a bit hoarse and anxious for the answer that's coming. "Is that what you really think of me, underneath it all?" he asks, praying the answer is 'no'.
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Date: 2015-05-18 08:50 pm (UTC)