Our Princess Is On Another Sphere
Porthos can finally admit that he's needed — this.
Or something like it.
Something like the absolute *rightness* of taking a young man who *needs* teaching, *wants* teaching, *craves* teaching —
Taking that young man aside and giving it to him.
Being *able* to give it to him, because he's finally old enough, experienced enough, *good* enough —
Well.
It's good.
It's *right*.