Porthos is right. Athos is so reticent, even to those who know how to read him. So often he is content to be swept along in the tide of his and Porthos' eager planning, Aramis had not thought him to have strong feelings on the home at all. But Porthos is right about that, too - they ought to have asked.
Aramis frowns and extricates himself from the bed, deciding that a drink - water or otherwise - will do them all good. He journeys to the kitchen and stacks three cups, returning with them, a pitcher of water, and a bottle of wine tucked beneath his arm. "We can even start again," he says as he sits atop the sheets, working the cork with his teeth. "A child will not come swiftly. There is time to occupy with the home."
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Date: 2015-05-31 04:44 am (UTC)Aramis frowns and extricates himself from the bed, deciding that a drink - water or otherwise - will do them all good. He journeys to the kitchen and stacks three cups, returning with them, a pitcher of water, and a bottle of wine tucked beneath his arm. "We can even start again," he says as he sits atop the sheets, working the cork with his teeth. "A child will not come swiftly. There is time to occupy with the home."