One month of medicines, he can't even begin to imagine that length of a wait, and yet it also feels so close. Porthos grins as he makes sure the phone is away before pinning Aramis to a dryer and bending him over so he can kiss him with the kind of aggressive victory news like this deserves.

"It still has to take," he says, trying to calm himself down before he gets too excited. "There's still hurdles to meet."