René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

He nods, as if shocked that he can see such a thing in his mind. "Yeah," he breathes out, holding onto Aramis' hand as he curls the blanket tighter around their shoulders, knowing Aramis might feel a chill in the lack of clothes he's sporting. "Looks just like you, in my head. Long brown hair that I'll braid, like my bandanna," he vows, closing his eyes to imagine it. "Probably get into trouble more often than we can keep track of," he adds ruefully.

"Neither of us set good examples in that respect."