IANTO
”That’s true, but this time it sort of feels like I’m doing it to hide from the world,” Ianto says, wrinkling his nose and reaching out to take another sip of gin. ”Like I said, you need it more. I couldn’t stay here, doing nothing with it, knowing you’re out there with a tiny kid and struggling,” he reminds him, itching at the copper scruff on his chin. Then Remi levels that slyest of smiles in his direction, and already Ianto is opening his mouth to protest, only for the alchemist to jump right in.
”And all of that sounds wonderful,” he interjects as soon as he is allowed, ”but even though the Wishing Wagon is larger on the inside, it’s still only two rooms - the living space and the shop front,” he reminds him. ”And I know I’ll be fine, but... you and Ronin and I - and your son? Under one roof? Remi, I’m not sure.”
”And all of that sounds wonderful,” he interjects as soon as he is allowed, ”but even though the Wishing Wagon is larger on the inside, it’s still only two rooms - the living space and the shop front,” he reminds him. ”And I know I’ll be fine, but... you and Ronin and I - and your son? Under one roof? Remi, I’m not sure.”
where are your gods now
