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Wednesday, 7 January 2015 21:32The cell he's in is cold.
That's all Porthos can focus on from where he's sitting, half-turned towards the cell he'd started in with Aramis. Shirt ripped from a brief attempt to escape, coat hanging in evidence, and so many hickeys on his throat he doesn't know where to begin, Porthos feels like it's unfair that they're sitting where they are. He ought to feel guiltier, and he sort of does, but if this is the first time they've been arrested since they got here, it's actually a bit of an improvement.
Flexing his fingers over the bars, he leans his head against the cell door, staring plaintively at Aramis. "I'm cold," he says, scratching the tear in his shirt where it bares most of his chest. "Are you cold?" It might have something to do, of course, with the fact that they'd been marched through the snowy outside to get into the police wagon, taken away and arrested for 'indecent exposure'.
It hadn't even been the coat.
If they just had stopped and waited until they got home, but they'd tried to do it in the lavatory to take the edge off for Porthos and now they're here. "Do you think Athos will come and get us?" he wonders hopefully, considering if they should have phoned Allison instead.
That's all Porthos can focus on from where he's sitting, half-turned towards the cell he'd started in with Aramis. Shirt ripped from a brief attempt to escape, coat hanging in evidence, and so many hickeys on his throat he doesn't know where to begin, Porthos feels like it's unfair that they're sitting where they are. He ought to feel guiltier, and he sort of does, but if this is the first time they've been arrested since they got here, it's actually a bit of an improvement.
Flexing his fingers over the bars, he leans his head against the cell door, staring plaintively at Aramis. "I'm cold," he says, scratching the tear in his shirt where it bares most of his chest. "Are you cold?" It might have something to do, of course, with the fact that they'd been marched through the snowy outside to get into the police wagon, taken away and arrested for 'indecent exposure'.
It hadn't even been the coat.
If they just had stopped and waited until they got home, but they'd tried to do it in the lavatory to take the edge off for Porthos and now they're here. "Do you think Athos will come and get us?" he wonders hopefully, considering if they should have phoned Allison instead.
