IANTO
The little touches were what Ianto had missed; they were what he craved, like a dying man in the desert desperate for water. His gaze dropped to watch their hands, a quiet smile on his face, and he lifted them up to press a kiss on the back of Remi's palm. "I think you would make a good master, too," he murmured. "...Or whatever else I need, for that matter."
At the mere suggestion that he meet Arduinna, the mask came right back up and Ianto laughed musically, gripping Remi's hand a little tighter so he could pull him close and lace an arm around him. "Absolutely not," he said, deadpan with a smile on his face. With his free hand he grabbed up a cinnamon bun, still warm, and took an exaggerated bite out of it. "Fo 'ere," he intoned.
At the mere suggestion that he meet Arduinna, the mask came right back up and Ianto laughed musically, gripping Remi's hand a little tighter so he could pull him close and lace an arm around him. "Absolutely not," he said, deadpan with a smile on his face. With his free hand he grabbed up a cinnamon bun, still warm, and took an exaggerated bite out of it. "Fo 'ere," he intoned.
i know places we can hide
