Porthos grins at him. "Five years of dimpling smiles at you, you never jumped me," he counters, biting his lip as he looks Aramis over, sliding his chair a little closer because he loves having this closeness to the other man. "I don't think I even knew what I really wanted of you, though. Not until here," he says.

"Not until I knew what two men could be, that you and I could be that and not just a fling you throw away," he says. "Aramis," he says, getting emotional again. "Thank you for not sleeping with me and moving on."