Porthos melts forward into the kiss, hardly believing that he's still awake. His other hand clenches Aramis' shoulder that much tighter, as if he's still shocked that Athos is kissing him like this. He lets his eyes flutter shut and there's a happy sigh on his lips as he brushes the tip of his nose against Athos'.

"Do I get more of those at home?" he asks, of both men, with hope on his face.