IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
"A few skipped meals and you think I'm wasting away. Keep your critiques to yourself," Ianto said, not nearly as boyish or at ease around the Alchemist as he had been in his fox shift, and he took a step to the side as Remi moved forward towards the Mathair. None of your melancholy had precisely the opposite effect on Ianto; indeed, the merchant seemed to become surlier than ever as a counterpoint to the other man's excessive cheer.
"Remi, I don't want to." He didn't know how much more clear he could make it; he wasn't a child and he wasn't bound to anyone any longer. Not Warren, not Arduinna, and come along felt too much like an order. "It sounds wonderful, and I am sure it is. I'll be sure to drop by soon. Just... stop, okay? Stop selling it to me. I don't care about Torchline."
"Remi, I don't want to." He didn't know how much more clear he could make it; he wasn't a child and he wasn't bound to anyone any longer. Not Warren, not Arduinna, and come along felt too much like an order. "It sounds wonderful, and I am sure it is. I'll be sure to drop by soon. Just... stop, okay? Stop selling it to me. I don't care about Torchline."
between me and you
