"I still sought it out," Porthos admits, resting his chin against a big collection of the blankets, staring at Athos from over top of them. "And with Treville not here, you're as good as I have in someone I have to be better for, to be more than the rat in the Court." The drugs loosening his tongue, he stares down at his covered lap. "When I got here, for two weeks, I might have...slipped. Fallen to old ways. Aramis doesn't know."