Porthos squeezes Aramis' hand, trying to calm himself, which is proving to be a difficult task when it comes to such things. After all, he's so excited to be here that his mind is a buzz of energy and love. "What would have happened if it had rained? Would we have stood on the deck wet? Or do they have tarps to protect us?"
He still remembers the sparkling lights, though, set in his memory and immovable.
no subject
He still remembers the sparkling lights, though, set in his memory and immovable.