"What if we asked Jim to help us? Could he put some sort of tracker in under our skin? Some way to always find the other?" He'd joked about it after Aramis had been kidnapped, but now he's beginning to honestly think that it's something he might not think is so awful an idea. He leans in for a slow kiss from Aramis' lips, cupping his cheek. "I looked for you down there, too, and couldn't find you."