"Nah, then you might just ruin everything I made for you," is Porthos' reply, eyes sparkling with mischief as he pours the red wine, bringing it over in generous glasses for the both of them to enjoy, dragging his chair close to Aramis so he can settle in with the serving portions, beaming at the table.

"I know that I've been a little tender lately," he starts, voice low, "and it's not my story to tell, but someone I know went from thinking he'd be getting married to on his own," he says, reaching for Aramis' hand to take it into both his. "And it's left me realizing how stupidly lucky I am."