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Porthos is starting to think that sleep is a thing of the past. He hasn't slept in so long that he's seeing things, but there's no way that he's seeing what's on the couch now. Aramis has Lucie in his arms and they're both so peaceful and calm and he actually makes a keening noise before he remembers he needs to shut up. Grabbing his phone, he opens the camera to take some pictures, but the memory is completely full. How can that be? It's not like he's taken...

Except, maybe he has, he's taken so many pictures that he's completely out of space. He's just going to have to get someone to show him how to move these off, or he'll buy a new phone. For now, he goes back and deletes some pictures of clothes so he can take a new shot of Aramis and the baby before he curls in with them, trying to make room without jostling or sending them over, tugging the blanket over the chaise as he gets comfortable.

"Hey, chou," he rumbles, eyes already closed as he curls in. "Remember when this used to be my couch?"