Athos can only shake his head, wondering at the fondness in the other man’s face. Porthos has his reasons for being grateful, perhaps, for a bed and a living, but this warmth he bestows is far beyond what Athos deserves. Isn’t it?

He nods faintly, hating to leave this room, knowing reality waits for him outside like a bucket of ice-cold water, but knowing Porthos to be right. “I will send someone to show you around. And tonight- I will come for you.” The words sticking in his throat slightly.