[Training] I close my eyes to see

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

"Not a problem." It's fine that Ianto doesn't sound grateful because Remi doesn't exactly sound that altruistic.

Its been a kindness that Ianto has stayed shifted as often as he has, but it hasn't solved the problem completely. Remi can still feel him through their attuned tether, and of course his manticore senses are constantly riled at the prospect of crunching the fox's small bones in his jaws. So to see Ianto as a man now, dishevelled and unshowered as he is, simply replaces one sort of desire for another.

Remi is dressed as he usually is, in his magic shirt and trousers. Wingless, he doesn't cut quite as intimidating a figure as he might otherwise, but of course Ianto knows better than to underestimate him. 'Well, what sort of things are you looking to defend against? Just...a regular attacker coming at you, or something a bit more...predatory?" Remi rubs his palm over one of his arms, looking pointedly at the ground rather than at the fox.

THE LULLABY

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing