it's not what it looks like
Whilst Ianto couldn't hope to know the depth of the mental gymnastics that Remi was performing in his head, he knew enough to stay quiet while the other man figured himself out. While he did glance away at feeling the hesitance, the guilt and the nerves that bubbled within the lion's form, he couldn't really blame Remi either. The world, as far as he knew, had done nothing but beat and batter the laid-back man in whose company he'd found such pleasure. Ianto decided then and there that, regardless of what happened between them, he would need to see that put right.
As the lion slowly became a man before his eyes again, Ianto managed a quiet sort of smile, as if he had been trusted to even see Remi in that form. That smile became very crooked, however, at the notion that he ought to be thanked. "No, thank you," he murmured. "This forest is fuckin' crazy, Remi. Sometimes thinking about the times we shared in Northaven were the only thing keeping me clinging to sanity."
As the lion slowly became a man before his eyes again, Ianto managed a quiet sort of smile, as if he had been trusted to even see Remi in that form. That smile became very crooked, however, at the notion that he ought to be thanked. "No, thank you," he murmured. "This forest is fuckin' crazy, Remi. Sometimes thinking about the times we shared in Northaven were the only thing keeping me clinging to sanity."
