"I'm surprised it hasn't allowed you," Athos confesses, given that he's had no trouble. He could walk up to a door right now and find his way back, but the difference is that for five long years, he's not sure he's really and truly wanted his life. After all, Anne had left quite the hole in it and Athos still has no idea how to fill it.

He sips at his glass and studies d'Artagnan. "Unless you're avoiding something?"