"Athos." Aramis turned toward his lover, smiling in return as he stepped toward the younger man. Getting close, he dipped his head down to press their lips together in a soft, brief kiss. "How are you?" He inquired, fingers gently ghosting over Athos' cheek, jaw and the side of his neck. "Been working hard?" Aramis teased, kissing his lover's nose before leading him over to a chair and coaxing him back into it.