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D'artagnan stumbled into his room at the garrison, rain dripping off him forming a puddle on the floor underneath him. He didn't care though. All he cared about was climbing into bed and sleeping the storm away along with the wine he'd been drinking for the past couple of hours. Today was the anniversary of his father's death, he didn't care what anyone thought about him getting drunk.
When he finally made it to the bed, he realized he wasn't alone in the room. He turned when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Athos' hand.
"You're not alone brother."