A long time ago; Aramis nods. He knows this, too, though he doesn't know a year or how long it was, or even how long they were together.

"Porthos. That wasn't your name, then." Which only strikes Aramis after he's said it as entirely ridiculous. "But your face." His face softens some, fingers lingering just a breath from Porthos's cheek. "I know your face." It seems etched on his heart.