Athos rolls his eyes. “Then take the money for the extra wine.” Frankly, he doesn’t care what his friends would spend it on, whether he would approve or not. His money has gone towards paying off gambling debts and cuckolded husbands; he learned to stop asking what a loan was for a very long time ago. But Porthos can be a stubborn bastard on the subject, and Athos knows he won’t get anywhere with him now.

He stills briefly at this talk of the country, sliding a look at Porthos, but he takes a breath and speeds past his pain before it can take root. He doesn’t want to think about Porthos and Aramis as this unit apart from him, with their own separate lives and plans.

Then Porthos head falls onto his shoulder and interrupts his thoughts, making him smile. “You’ve had too many of those pills."