He knows that. He knows that there was bound to be something like a hiccup of this magnitude, but it isn't stopping Porthos from feeling more miserable than he has in ages. He sets the casserole in the oven and closes the door, quick to make his way across the room to straddle Aramis' lap, testing the mettle of the chair. The truth is that he needs the touch, the closeness, and the reassurance that while Athos might not be okay, that they're fine.
"I didn't expect it to go that badly," is what he admits, running his hands up and down Aramis' shoulders as he lets the warmth of his body calm his aching heart.
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Date: 2014-10-15 10:18 pm (UTC)"I didn't expect it to go that badly," is what he admits, running his hands up and down Aramis' shoulders as he lets the warmth of his body calm his aching heart.