Porthos holds Athos tight when he's given the man as if a present, burrowing his head down to allow his hair to brush up against Athos' neck, rubbing back and forth to give him a preview of what it feels like against his skin. "It was getting a bit unruly," he admits, "and starting to frizz. Best for the curls if I cut it every now and again, let it grow out." He lifts his gaze, giving Aramis a fond look. "Aramis likes it. Do you think Athos does, chouchou?"