Take a Break With Me

laughing like children, living like lovers & I guess that's why they call it the blues. Remi chuckled. "He very nearly broke his shoulder falling off my roof. And it happened to be the very middle of the night and we ended up sleeping on the floor together." He admitted with another grin, unable to recall now just why it was they'd slept on the floor, but remembering exactly what it had been like to wake up in Ianto's arms, and the brilliant shock of terror that had flooded his system. "His name is Ianto." Remi said, not even bothering trying to say it with his friend's scottish lilt. Frowning, Remi looked into his empty wine glass and shook his head. "No...I have not seen him. I put up a missing poster the first day we arrived, but no one has said anything yet." "Oh...ah.." Remi ran a distracted hand through his curls before reaching for another bottle of wine. "No, Ianto wasn't that guy." He repeated with a slight shake of his head, using his magic to uncork the bottle and pouring himself a healthy glass. Taking a long sip—he had some catching up to do, it seemed—the alchemist sighed. "No, that was a man named—" He paused. Once upon a time he wouldn't dare mention the duke's name in relation to himself, but now? Now it hardly seemed to matter at all. "—Loren. Loren Launceleyn." Remi chuckled and grinned at the blonde, wondering if she would rally, or end up passing out. "Well, you deserve only the very best." He said with a grin, toasting her before taking another healthy drink from his glass.