[He has missed them, missed the excitement and how his blood got flowing. He hasn't missed some aspects, but in the long run, Aramis knows that his choice to return is the right one. Poverty and chastity would not have bothered him, but obedience... He can admit that he lacks in that. And, well, he might not have been the happiest in the long run with chastity.
There is only that shake of his head, his lips curling in to a smile beneath his mustache.]
It was wet and it was alcoholic.
[Which had been enough for Aramis, although he wonders whether Porthos will ever let him live it down. Likely not. Yet, he would take it, day in and day out, if it meant having him around. Not that Aramis wouldn't give as good as he got.
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There is only that shake of his head, his lips curling in to a smile beneath his mustache.]
It was wet and it was alcoholic.
[Which had been enough for Aramis, although he wonders whether Porthos will ever let him live it down. Likely not. Yet, he would take it, day in and day out, if it meant having him around. Not that Aramis wouldn't give as good as he got.
Looking to the glass, Aramis raises his.]
Here's to the moment of truth.