"Oh, now," Porthos gets out feebly, his knees weakening and shaking a touch. "You can't go around saying things like that when I'm holding you up, we're both gonna end up collapsing to the ground," he protests, holding onto him as best as he can, dragging Aramis in the direction of the bed so they can collapse on it.

Once there, he stretches back for the tissue box, dragging them out to dab at Aramis' cheeks. "Don't cry, now."