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Between him and Aramis, their flat is both equally messy and equally tidy in turns. Today, Porthos has some time with Aramis out fetching information for their hunting, which leaves Porthos to play with the cat, tidy up some of the mess, and put a slow roast on the oven so that they can have rich meat when Aramis returns home later on that evening. He's thinking about the whole d'Artagnan situation, too, given that he's glad that he and Aramis have a decision, even though he's not sure how to feel about it.

He really would hate for a friend to turn up, only to have it turn out that he hates them because of who they've chosen to love. He's finishing with the last of the wax that's stained the main room when he hears the knock at the door and peers upwards, gingerly sidestepping the spots he's just washed as he wanders to the door, giving Athos a command to stay back in case it's a stranger.

Without checking (which Aramis would have his head for), Porthos opens the door and brightens even further when it's a familiar face on the other side. "I heard there were some troublemakers roaming this building, and now here's one," he teases with a wry smirk.