"Our usual spot," Porthos confirms, before the door closes on his friend. He picks up his discarded trousers and sets them aside. Aramis will need them back once he's returned to normal. Porthos wipes a hand over his face again, as he thinks back on those legs despite wanting to think of anything else, and then he heads out himself, to go to their usual spot outside. The weather has grown cooler, but they'll warm up in no time.