Porthos disagrees, but it isn't his choice. He wraps an arm around Aramis' waist to draw him in without overtly showing that he's touching Aramis, so damn happy that he's managed to find himself this kind of happiness. "I'll get dinner out, won't I?" he suggests, to change the subject because it seems like it so desperately needs it. "Don't worry," he promises Lito. "We'll talk about something else. And we meant it. We won't say a word."