it's not what it looks like
"Oh, hardly. I found a book with a picture of a lion in it once, and they look pretty bitey, so I just put two and two together," Ianto said with a wry smile, shrugging easily, though he did seem more troubled than anything at the sound of what had happened with Remi when he had first discovered the shift. "Are you alright now?" he asked, the worry obvious in his voice.
But oh, they weren't talking about Remi, and all of a sudden Ianto very much wished they were. He snorted and shook his head. "It's worse," he said in a tight voice. "I made a deal, Remi. And she has upheld her part of it and then some. I will never be done with my part." And when he had been alone in the forest, that had been just fine. But he wasn't, anymore.
"Sorry. I didn't intend to bring the mood down," he mumbled, sitting back from the table a touch now, as if even that was a bit too close. "I'm afraid I'm not feeling well, Remi. You might have a more pleasant day back in the woods."
But oh, they weren't talking about Remi, and all of a sudden Ianto very much wished they were. He snorted and shook his head. "It's worse," he said in a tight voice. "I made a deal, Remi. And she has upheld her part of it and then some. I will never be done with my part." And when he had been alone in the forest, that had been just fine. But he wasn't, anymore.
"Sorry. I didn't intend to bring the mood down," he mumbled, sitting back from the table a touch now, as if even that was a bit too close. "I'm afraid I'm not feeling well, Remi. You might have a more pleasant day back in the woods."
