Ianto
Isla had seen him and Ianto had seen that she had seen him and fuck but when had the prospect of being around people - especially a certain person - ever filled him with anxiety? His hands clenched involuntarily at the mental voice that echoed in his head, Ianto pressing his eyes shut to stop them prickling. Clearing his throat, he very warily approached Remi and the unicorn, breath catching in his throat at the evidence of the damage done.
"I'm here," he all but whispered. "Remi, I..." Swearing in the strange, melodic tongye of the Fae, he shook his head. "This is all my fault. I should have... there's so much that went wrong..."
"I'm here," he all but whispered. "Remi, I..." Swearing in the strange, melodic tongye of the Fae, he shook his head. "This is all my fault. I should have... there's so much that went wrong..."
