Ianto
Remi isn't the only one blushing, and Ianto is left holding his stick staff and sitting up a little as the other man backs away. Rubbing at the back of his neck, the sass he was about to bat back at Remi sticking in his throat, he instead gets to his feet and brushes himself off. "I'm not sure you can say that about something that wasn't intentional," he says, giving the staff an experimental couple of swings.
"Obviously if that happens and it's not..." You, he wants to say, but doesn't. "...How do you suggest I not get into that position? Is it easier just to let the thing go? Or...?" He gazes down at the weapon in his hands, frowning at it like it's the most important thing in the world right now.
"Obviously if that happens and it's not..." You, he wants to say, but doesn't. "...How do you suggest I not get into that position? Is it easier just to let the thing go? Or...?" He gazes down at the weapon in his hands, frowning at it like it's the most important thing in the world right now.
