IANTO
"Oh, you're a flatterer all right." Ianto beamed at Remi for his trouble, pottering about a few moments more before he swept over to the bed and sank down upon it next to the alchemist, leaning back on his hands. "Oi. My accent is just charmin', I'll have you know. Yours is impossible." He laughed good-naturedly, mussing Remi's curls in an affectionate gesture.
Humming thoughtfully, Ianto eventually nodded in agreement. "I suppose you could say it was a consolation prize," he agreed with a smirk. As Remi mentioned the year before, Ianto wrinkled his nose, and as the other man's eyes inevitably flicked to the collar about his neck, he brushed his fingers across it self-consciously.
"I didn't know there was a festival going on at that time," he said, somewhat vaguely, before wrinkling his nose. "Sorry. It... my situation isn't so easy to talk about."
Humming thoughtfully, Ianto eventually nodded in agreement. "I suppose you could say it was a consolation prize," he agreed with a smirk. As Remi mentioned the year before, Ianto wrinkled his nose, and as the other man's eyes inevitably flicked to the collar about his neck, he brushed his fingers across it self-consciously.
"I didn't know there was a festival going on at that time," he said, somewhat vaguely, before wrinkling his nose. "Sorry. It... my situation isn't so easy to talk about."
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