"I take that as an insult." He whispered, rolling back onto the bed, moving to put his arms around his lover. "Do I not make you happy, Athos?" Aramis asked, his voice soft as he rubbed his lover's stomach gently. "I thought I did but perhaps I was mistaken." Disheartened, he closed his eyes, head resting on the pillow. It hurt him to see Athos unhappy. He couldn't deal with it. Perhaps in his younger days he would have been able to but now in his older age he felt it hard, craving to make his lover better without knowing how.