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Porthos is swiftly coming to enjoy Aramis' birthday as one of his favourite days of the year, mainly because it always yields an entertainment factor and it always strains his creativity to figure something out. This year, it's actually when he's taking Lucie to a sitter's when he gets the idea and after he drops her off, he leaves Aramis a note with a location to find him at, dressing in a sweatervest atop a rolled-up henley, a pair of comfortable jeans, and Aramis' dear pair of reading glasses.

Why not play at single father and the kindergarten teacher responsible for that dear angel's upbringing? If nothing else, it'll give him a chance to pretend that Aramis is a single father that Porthos has to find and seduce, which is only different from the usual in that he's not a single anything, not these days.

Still, for Aramis' birthday, it's tame compared to past years, but Porthos relishes the chance at playing a little more pretend.

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Porthos knows that one day, they're going to leave their little apartments behind and go live in the country. He knows he'll have a beautiful space for cooking and doing yoga and that he'll love it. Right now, though, in the morning light as he sprawls onto his stomach for another stretch, he knows that he's going to miss the homey little environment here more than anything. He can smell the coffee he'd put on and is starting to wonder where Athos is, seeing as he usually joins in about now.

Aramis and Lucie are off, a doctor's appointment, and even though he'd wanted to go, he also doesn't think his heart could manage to see her cry at anything, so he's doing his stretches here instead. Alone, it seems, because after another few minutes, Athos still hasn't turned up.

Worry starts to hit him, but he tries to tamp it down. "Athos?" he calls out, trying to get a beat on the man seeing as it's not like he's actually looked yet. Maybe he's still upstairs? Maybe he had a bit much to drink last night and he's just sleeping it off. "Are you joining me?"