"The cat ran out in front of me!" Porthos accuses wildly, his eyes flashing with dismay. "I can't stay sitting here, I'll go mad," he pleads, but he's a little breathless, the pills are making him flush and delayed in his reactions, and he's already bored. "Besides, sitting here just lets me obsess over the pain and it hurts, Athos, so badly," he whines.