Ianto
The shrine in the Wildwood was one that Ianto had come to know well. In those first turbulent weeks he found himself coming and sitting in the hope of finding someone he knew, of finding answers, or at least some peace in the chaos his life had become. To show this place, then, to someone else. To someone from Northaven - to Remi, especially - well... it was like having a prayer answered at last, he supposed.
"Yes you have," he countered with a crooked smile, moving to linger near one of the large trees and leaning back against it casually. "You told me you needed them for an experiment. If the experiment is to check whether or not I'm real, then that's still true." He snorted softly, shrugging his shoulders and seeming strangely laid back here among the offerings and tokens.
Remi laid the items out and Ianto buried his hands in his pockets, knowing better than to encroach any further. "I'll stay," he decided. "It's good to know, though... that you still want to know me."
"Yes you have," he countered with a crooked smile, moving to linger near one of the large trees and leaning back against it casually. "You told me you needed them for an experiment. If the experiment is to check whether or not I'm real, then that's still true." He snorted softly, shrugging his shoulders and seeming strangely laid back here among the offerings and tokens.
Remi laid the items out and Ianto buried his hands in his pockets, knowing better than to encroach any further. "I'll stay," he decided. "It's good to know, though... that you still want to know me."
