it's not what it looks like
Ianto followed his gaze over to the blanket den, arching an eyebrow right back at the other man and drumming his fingers lightly upon the table. His questions hit like hammer blows, Ianto frowning into his cup, his hand slowly clenching into a fist on the table. "Both," he confessed. "My circumstances are such that telling anybody too much might put them in the sort of trouble they can't easily get out of," he muttered. "With strangers I don't much care, but I will not involve you." Of that the fox sounded utterly certain.
"...And you don't remember me." He shrugged simply. "I was so happy to see you, in the Greatwood. But... really, I feel just as alone as before." Rubbing at his forehead, he shot Remi a sad smile. "Sorry. I didn't want you to feel guilty about anything. It's not your fault."
"...And you don't remember me." He shrugged simply. "I was so happy to see you, in the Greatwood. But... really, I feel just as alone as before." Rubbing at his forehead, he shot Remi a sad smile. "Sorry. I didn't want you to feel guilty about anything. It's not your fault."
