"Stop it." He murmured and grabbed Athos' hands, pinning them to the bed above her head. "Look at D'Artagnan, with a wife and child, completely and utterly in love and happy with both." Aramis stated firmly, sighing. "I thought you didn't. I was scared that I would be stuck like that and lose you, Athos. Perhaps I should have spoken to you about it but I was ashamed..." Though the last bit stung and he moved away. "I care." He whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed, back to his fiancee. "Take your wine. Get drunk. Do what makes you happy." Aramis shrugged.