Porthos tips his head back and sighs, doing nothing to hide his frustration. Athos has just witnessed it, after all, and of course his friend would come across him now.
Perhaps it's for the best, though.
He wipes a hand on his forehead as he turns around to face his friend, everything about the way he moves making it clear that he is still not used to this body, although the fact that walking doesn't land him on his arse anymore shows that he has in fact made great progress.
"I probably should have come and asked for it straight away," he gruffly admits, even if he doesn't admit why he didn't. He wouldn't care half as much about being a woman if it wasn't for how useless he feels in this body he can hardly control, and pride has always been one of his flaws.
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Perhaps it's for the best, though.
He wipes a hand on his forehead as he turns around to face his friend, everything about the way he moves making it clear that he is still not used to this body, although the fact that walking doesn't land him on his arse anymore shows that he has in fact made great progress.
"I probably should have come and asked for it straight away," he gruffly admits, even if he doesn't admit why he didn't. He wouldn't care half as much about being a woman if it wasn't for how useless he feels in this body he can hardly control, and pride has always been one of his flaws.