René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

Porthos thinks that feels like a very long time ago, and also that he was only bruised where Aramis seems like he's broken in nearly all ways. He inhales deeply and rubs at his eyes, shifting and wishing he could drape a leg over Aramis' waist to draw ever closer, but knows the man needs his room. "Why is your heart so rapid?" he asks quietly, a touch fearful of what the answer might be.