"For our weapons," says Aramis knowingly, reaching to squeeze Athos' hand in turn. Now that he has seen firsthand an Athos unsure of his own self worth, Aramis is more determined than ever to cherish him.
"What about when Porthos' thighs were clasped tight against his horse?" he asks. "That always gets me."
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"What about when Porthos' thighs were clasped tight against his horse?" he asks. "That always gets me."