[ Tell him you love him.

That dries his throat up. He hadn't said that before his father died. There had been no goodbyes. Just the rain, and the inn that they were only at because d'Artagnan suggested they stay, and... ]

I know. I know it is.

And they could take it away again, the moment I do something wrong. I'm such a fool. I never should have mentioned him to them, not at all.