Ianto
Ianto's frown said everything that his reassurance didn't, and he fidgeted with one of the sleeves of his shirt as they walked, even as Remi's fingers danced across his arm. He avoided the alchemist's gaze like it was something that might burn him, focuing on the trees around them, the way through, the earth beneath their feet.
"It didn't seem important," he lied, before catching himself and shaking his head. "...I was afraid you would want to speak with her about it. Or about anything," he muttered. He was undoubtedly already in a lot of trouble for trying to talk Remi out of it the first time - because Ianto was certain that Arduinna could hear anything and everything he was up to. Putting himself in a position where he would have to do the same thing again made him cower from the prospect of the pain it would provoke.
"It didn't seem important," he lied, before catching himself and shaking his head. "...I was afraid you would want to speak with her about it. Or about anything," he muttered. He was undoubtedly already in a lot of trouble for trying to talk Remi out of it the first time - because Ianto was certain that Arduinna could hear anything and everything he was up to. Putting himself in a position where he would have to do the same thing again made him cower from the prospect of the pain it would provoke.
