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After the last few weeks, Porthos has been stressed to the point that he's not entirely sure how much more of it he can take. The problem is that all of it is expected and normal and it's not like he can tell Athos to stop wanting d'Artagnan and Constance back or to feel different about the commission. He can't tell Aramis not to feel so full of grief at the child, but it's starting to wear on him and he's snapping a lot easier than usual.
Two nights ago, he'd gone to the country to crash on Jim's couch, but he finds he needs another night away when the air in the apartment starts to get too tense. This time, he stays in the building and heads for Allison's with blanket and pillow in hand, knocking on her door. Maybe time is really all they need. Time and not searching for someone who's disappeared.
Still, until then, Porthos really needs to just not be around the two men he loves the most, because there's no way he's going to burden them with his own issues right now. He needs to work through them himself because he'd die before bringing them more stress.
"Allison, s'me."
Two nights ago, he'd gone to the country to crash on Jim's couch, but he finds he needs another night away when the air in the apartment starts to get too tense. This time, he stays in the building and heads for Allison's with blanket and pillow in hand, knocking on her door. Maybe time is really all they need. Time and not searching for someone who's disappeared.
Still, until then, Porthos really needs to just not be around the two men he loves the most, because there's no way he's going to burden them with his own issues right now. He needs to work through them himself because he'd die before bringing them more stress.
"Allison, s'me."