whisper to me

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned Remi had been trying not to stare at the direction Ianto had left. He told himself the rapidly increasing pitter-patter of his heart was simply a function of the fact that it was so much smaller in his chest, and because of the potential dangerous situation this was. And so as Ianto appeared from an entirely new direction, the raccoon jumped nearly a foot into the air, growing fearfully bushier as he spun around to spy the fox. What— Remi began, glancing over his shoulder where he was 99% sure the fox had left from, to where he stood now. Ahh...yes. Still in. Remi agreed. Though in what he felt like he no longer knew.