Hand now empty, Aramis uses it to hold onto Porthos' own, peeling one from his side before Porthos has an aneurysm trying not to crush him. "Peace, Porthos," he murmurs. They always knew the conversation would not be easy, if Athos allowed it at all. "Blue eyes, then," he says, for he quite likes the idea of that, if such things are possible with their science.
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