the little prince

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

"Gods, no. I'm sure we'd both have our tongues cut out." Remi chuckles wryly in response, before sucking in his lips as if suggesting that merely saying as much might draw precisely the penalty he was hoping to avoid.

Blushing furiously despite his answer being an entirely predictable one, Remi explains how he woke up in Ronin's bed. He skips over their sexual escapes (there are certain blanks he doesn't need to fill in for his friend), and shrugs. "Worry about Mateo is what brought me back here. I forced myself asleep while thinking of him, and sure enough, I woke up back in Ianto's wagon." Remi hasn't made the connection between those he's dreamed with before and this magic, merely associating it with those he cares deeply for.

Though the alchemist looks uncertain at Isla's request, he trusts her with more than his life. Setting Mateo upon the bed, Remi takes a step back, and then another, all the while looking the worried and tense picture of a father ready to swoop in should his son edge toward the side of the bed.