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Apr. 20th, 2016 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
afineseamstressThe hour is later than he expects when Aramis finally hears the lock of Athos' apartments turn, but he has been patient this long. He doesn't intend to stop, even if Aramis does spare a moment to be glad that he's correctly guessed that Athos' first stop would not be to the quarters they all share downstairs.
Rising from Athos' table, Aramis leaves his medicinal kit behind and comes to examine the man himself. An assortment of bruises are already rising handsomely on his face and exposed throat, along with knots and bumps and scrapes and, if Aramis eyes him correctly, a bruised or even broken rib below. That will need tending first.
"Let me help you," he tells Athos, offering his shoulder. "You have journeyed alone with these long enough, I think."
Rising from Athos' table, Aramis leaves his medicinal kit behind and comes to examine the man himself. An assortment of bruises are already rising handsomely on his face and exposed throat, along with knots and bumps and scrapes and, if Aramis eyes him correctly, a bruised or even broken rib below. That will need tending first.
"Let me help you," he tells Athos, offering his shoulder. "You have journeyed alone with these long enough, I think."
