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[afineseamstress]

He loses track of time again.

The room is well lit, loud beyond the door and bustling with activity when doctors or nurses enter, but Aramis drifts. In that damnable basement, his only knowledge of passing minutes was the degree of his own thirst, and here in his bed, he can only count the continued ease of his breaths, and the pass of familiar calloused fingers over his own knuckles where his hands lie in the sheets.

There is some sort of brace on one of his wrists. Aramis has not yet recovered the nerve to ask if his hand can still pull a trigger, even if he could speak without effort. His head is too heavy to turn away from the sight, and Aramis shifts his eyes, fighting sleep to discern the new shape in the door.

He hopes it belongs to someone without a clipboard.

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[somepoorsoul]

Athos shakes his head, for it is no fault of Aramis’ that he did not see everything. No doubt Athos was as reluctant to share what was in his heart then has he ever has been - and that certainly would include whatever agreement he had with Milady. “You have told me much already, and I am grateful,” he answers, and despite the way his heart still clenches, Aramis is right - it is better to know than to wonder.

“Perhaps she has changed.” His voice is low and a little rough as he speaks what he most hopes for and fears.

[afineseamstress]

"If she has," says Aramis, "I am fearful." Athos is not a man to be told what to do and when, but Aramis would try. He would keep him from her, lest that hope lead to Athos losing what's left of his heart to her. But he cannot from Douai. If Milady has changed, Aramis is without power to protect him.

"You cannot be hurt like that a second time and endure it."

[somepoorsoul]

But Aramis has more power than he knows, for his words of caution now are enough to pull Athos back from his miserable wondering. He bows his head. “Surely you do not think I would be so foolish twice,” he says, but he does not mean to make his answer so sharp, not when Aramis only worries.

“No man can return to the past,” he adds with more calm, and he looks up to meet Aramis’ gaze. “And I would not wish to."

[afineseamstress]

Aramis flinches, for that is the passion he has feared to stir, and he wishes there was not so much of it simmering beneath Athos' tight control. "She would not make you happy," he says in agreement with Athos' words.

"Porthos will, I want to, as soon as I am freed from this bed."

[somepoorsoul]

“You already do,” Athos says, looking away, for he is still embarrassed to speak such simple words, as genuinely as he feels them. For a moment he imagines Anne in Darrow, not as he last saw her, but as she once was - laughing, and playful, and bright with love. He can only hold the thought for a second before it disappears like smoke, for such a thing will never come to pass. She never was the woman he remembers.

It is easier to dismiss such a foolish fantasy when he has a warm reality to return to. Aramis and Porthos have seen him at his worst, and they embrace him all the same, and he would never - could never - give them up.

“I know where I belong, Aramis.” Here, he adds silently with a squeeze of his hand. Not with her.