Porthos can't help himself. His hat drops to the floor as he grabs the front of Aramis's jacket, looking like he has every intention to beat his face in. But the baby is there, so he freezes, breathing hard with anger, and eventually lets go of his jacket and takes a step back.
"Say it," he demands, anger still beating hard in his chest. Even for Aramis, that is... crossing a line that never should be crossed. Committing treason. That is what he wants to hear, needs to hear, to believe it.
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Date: 2015-04-07 11:14 pm (UTC)"Say it," he demands, anger still beating hard in his chest. Even for Aramis, that is... crossing a line that never should be crossed. Committing treason. That is what he wants to hear, needs to hear, to believe it.