it's not what it looks like
Ianto had found his favourite pillow (and it wasn't much of a surprise that he much preferred to sleep in this form), curling his tail about his paws to become a perfect circle of red fluff, nose buried in thick tail fur. The appearance of a fucking lion had golden eyes growing wide, his heart beginning to thunder dangerously in his chest as instinct kicked in - but it wasn't a predator, but a friend who loped over, flopping down and around him.
Remi brought warmth and a surprising degree of comfort, Ianto pausing for a moment or so before letting himself loll back aaginst tawny fur and rumbling breaths. He wanted to point out that Remi wouldn't know if he hadn't told him something before, given that he couldn't remember, but he did appreciate the sentiment. And Ianto hated being depressed, so it wasn't difficult to coax him to distraction.
Alright, he said. In return, I will tell you all the things I once told you before. It will be repeats, but then you know again.
Remi brought warmth and a surprising degree of comfort, Ianto pausing for a moment or so before letting himself loll back aaginst tawny fur and rumbling breaths. He wanted to point out that Remi wouldn't know if he hadn't told him something before, given that he couldn't remember, but he did appreciate the sentiment. And Ianto hated being depressed, so it wasn't difficult to coax him to distraction.
Alright, he said. In return, I will tell you all the things I once told you before. It will be repeats, but then you know again.
