it's not what it looks like
"Then I shall take it as a compliment. Thank you." Ianto chuckled, finishing with the tea leaves and nudging the pot towards Remi, as if inviting him to take a peek for himself to check what Ianto had used. It had been something they had both enjoyed doing back in Northaven, and he hoped the alchemist's hobbies hadn't changed too drastically in their time apart.
He moved to fetch the water as the kettle began to whistle, and he had just set it down on the table when Remi spoke about his first few weeks in the Greatwood. Ianto swallowed, avoiding the alchemist's eye and waiting for him to return the pot so he could pour the water in.
"I wandered, much the same as you did when you first began to try to navigate the place," he said slowly. "Except I didn't have anywhere to go, when the forest kept spitting me out into the same place. And I didn't have anyone to talk to, to explain what was happening. Why I was where I was. I spent most of my time as a fox."
He moved to fetch the water as the kettle began to whistle, and he had just set it down on the table when Remi spoke about his first few weeks in the Greatwood. Ianto swallowed, avoiding the alchemist's eye and waiting for him to return the pot so he could pour the water in.
"I wandered, much the same as you did when you first began to try to navigate the place," he said slowly. "Except I didn't have anywhere to go, when the forest kept spitting me out into the same place. And I didn't have anyone to talk to, to explain what was happening. Why I was where I was. I spent most of my time as a fox."
