it's not what it looks like
"Hey, it's okay." Ianto shrugged, shifting to sit beside Remi on the heap of blankets and pillows so he could lean back on his hands and gaze up at the ceiling of the wagon. "No need to curse him. Those memories served me well when I needed them. But I've got the real deal right here, and plenty of new memories to take their place. You fell into a river as a raccoon, and collected enough hallucinogenic sap to space out a goddess." He chuckled. "I'm doing just fine, and I hope you are too."
In fact, just saying it made him feel a little better about it all. Because they had already created new memories, hadn't they? Talk of stars, though, had him pursing his lips, and Ianto nodded and patted his pocket where the star still sat. "I only arrived with what was on me at the time. So yeah, only the one."
In fact, just saying it made him feel a little better about it all. Because they had already created new memories, hadn't they? Talk of stars, though, had him pursing his lips, and Ianto nodded and patted his pocket where the star still sat. "I only arrived with what was on me at the time. So yeah, only the one."
