Aramis rolled his eyes as he followed after his young lover with a sigh. "Athos..." It hurt him to see the other man hide within himself like he remembered Athos used to. "Athos, please stop." reaching forward, he took the other man's hand and pulled him gently to him. "You can't run like this. Not from me...I will not allow it." Trying to pull his friend and lover close, he frowned. "Please don't run from me. I wish to talk. I wish to mend..." One of his hands moved to rest on Athos' cheek.