If that is how he sees it, then he's a bigger fucking idiot than I took him for.
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[Holds him gently, stepping away from the wall only to carry him to the bed, laying him down there and sitting beside him, touching his hair] ... Aramis.
[Drops his hand to trace over his scar, touch gentle] If he says he loves you, it's because it's you. Even I know he's not one to say that lightly, much as I hate to admit it about him. [...] He'd be a fool not to love you.