“I hate seeing you be in so much pain.” for portamis, perhaps for some aramis ouchies (emotional or physical, all up to you!) 🤭
It's gonna be a modern au because it's one hundred o'clock and I'm brainless
Aramis didn't look up or acknowledge Porthos in any way. He kept staring out of the window, at the falling snowflakes. They didn't get snow often, but when they did, Aramis's old scar would act up.
"Hey." Porthos drew the curtains shut, knowing the kind of headaches Aramis could get from snowfall. "That's not gonna help, Aramis. The light must be hurting you."
Aramis squeezed his eyes shut. Oh, his head and his eyes and his whole body were aching. Aramis pressed his fingertips against his eyes, sighing. God, he was hurting so much.
"Let's get you somewhere more comfortable", Porthos said. He guided Aramis to the sofa and gently pushed him onto his back. "Lie down. I'll make you some cocoa. And warm the sandwiches we made earlier. I bet you haven't eaten in a while."
Aramis cracked open one eye. "Why?" he asked weakly.
"Because I hate seeing you in so much pain", Porthos replied, brushing some hair behind Aramis's ear, "and because you've been neglecting your needs. Again. We promised to each other to look after each other and ourselves. Let's not break that promise. You deserve better than what your mind is telling you."