Porthos has been trying to learn Spanish, he really has, only he's also still learning English and he can really only do one at a time. So he's got the basics of Spanish down, but that many words and that rapid-fire sort of loses any meaning, which means that Porthos is left unpacking the bags, confused, and feeling a touch on display for the way he's being stared at. "I'll just find something in the fridge to pad the meal. Plus, I think Athos is on a job until later," he admits.

"What? No glass for me? Or welcome home?" he teases Aramis mildly, leaning into the familiarity to avoid feeling wary about the stares.