Porthos smiles up at Aramis, as always feeling like he's the sun and the moon and the universe. "I just wish I knew what it was," he says, having been troubled by his own boredom. He knows he does plenty, but little of it has been rewarding apart from the work at the shelter and they don't need him so often. The few hours he already gives are pushing too many.

"It would make coming home to you all the sweeter," he agrees.