It's nothing like what Porthos expects to hear Athos say and is taken aback with how much it means to him to hear it. "I'm sorry for thinking that you could mean it," he says, wrapping the blanket a little tighter around himself, the itch not going away, but the warmth of the blanket helping to distract himself from it for a moment. "You and Treville, you're the only two men I've ever wanted to earn approval from. It stung, to think I'd lost it."