“Tell me what?” Athos eyes them warily when he emerges from the bathroom after wiping himself down, and feeling steadier and refreshed for it. He looks at Porthos, hopeful and wide-eyed, and Aramis, the discomfort startling on his face after his earlier bliss, and he lifts a brow. Athos does not even need to say the words, for his expression does the work: what have you done?