[Reaches to hold Porthos's hand like before, where it holds that memory, and... blushes, deeply, once it goes back to him.
It's nothing soul-crushing this time around, although it does span over time as well... It's Aramis's enjoyment of going down on people, people out of which Porthos is his favorite. Flashes of the week before he and Porthos got together, how much he wanted to do it, how much he craved for it...]