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[du_vallon]

It's only been a few days since they've escaped from the underworld they'd been trapped in and there are two things he's been doing since. One is making sure to obsessively watch over Aramis and Athos, and the second is that he's been basking in the sun as much as he can, indulging in the feel of it on his skin. Today, despite his project of assembling the pieces of a fancy crib he'd purchased at the flea market, he's opened the window to the fire escape and perches half-in, half-out, allowing the sun to shine on his face and make him feel right.

He leans inside to pick up the screwdriver and two slats of wood, bringing them outside as he begins to assemble them in the crisp air. He knows he's getting far, far ahead of himself here, but he also thinks it will be a treat for Aramis. Besides, if nothing else, they can keep the Captain in it until they actually need it.

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[du_vallon]

"Don't suck your thumb at the same time and I'll allow it," he says with a wink, easing back to Aramis' side to press his face into his neck, not kissing but just breathing him in as he stares at the ink of the tattoo. "When you were down there, were you worried something might come out of the shadows for you?" he asks quietly.

[afineseamstress]

"What of other things?" asks Aramis for the thumb sucking, but he sobers quickly when Porthos questions him. "Only in the moments quiet enough for us to think," he says, thinking of the times they'd managed to lie quietly and attempt sleep. "And there were precious few of those. Perhaps that's a blessing."

[du_vallon]

"You're not sucking me off while wrapped up in a baby blanket," Porthos informs him matter-of-factly because he loves Aramis dearly, but maybe not that dearly. He breathes slowly and tries to pretend that he hadn't feared things down there, except he had. "It's people's worst fears, yeah? Mine's being left alone again, mine's you and Athos dying or leaving me."

"And I kept waiting and waiting, but it never came and I was so grateful."

[afineseamstress]

"Well then," says Aramis, curling his arm around Porthos, rubbing his back until his breathing evens, "I suppose I protected you from something down there after all." His smile is tender. "We all survived, and you are far from alone."

[du_vallon]

"And I'm grateful every day," Porthos promises, setting the blanket straight with a smoothing motion of his hand. "Now," he says, standing and tugging Aramis to his feet as well. "You need to help me move this somewhere to keep until there's a little one to fill it."