Aramis watches the title screens unfold, looking as much like tapestries as a painting, and tries not to worry at the cushion beneath his hand. "True," he concedes, but he is not certain he wants to badger Athos into accepting Aramis' own future happiness with his husband. "I know he wishes us well, but at times it is as if Athos does not believe in happiness. Not the lasting sort. He may think us fools."