it's not what it looks like
Running his fingers through his coppery hair, Ianto heard Remi out with a furrowed brow and quiet curiosity. He paused only once to sip at his tea, setting the cup down gently and shifting to sit cross-legged on his cushion, leaning his elbows on his knees. "I think I remember you saying as much, once before, though without so many details," he murmured as the alchemist spoke of his previous lovers, shrugging and gazing into his tea. In truth Ianto was uninterested - he was not a jealous man, and besides which, he and Remi had never really been anything.
No matter his feelings, feelings that had blossomed somewhat in his time wandering the Greatwood alone, this was not Northaven and Remi did not remember him. "Ah... well. That is good to know," he agreed with a lopsided smile as Remi confirmed what he had meant. Not a no, but very much not a yes either.
"So what are your plans, now? You can see through illusions, and the barrier is down."
No matter his feelings, feelings that had blossomed somewhat in his time wandering the Greatwood alone, this was not Northaven and Remi did not remember him. "Ah... well. That is good to know," he agreed with a lopsided smile as Remi confirmed what he had meant. Not a no, but very much not a yes either.
"So what are your plans, now? You can see through illusions, and the barrier is down."
