it's not what it looks like
"Oh of course, the earth magic," Ianto murmured, smirking and rolling his eyes playfully. "How could I have forgotten." The alchemist had always been wonderful to Ianto, in the things he could apparently make out of nothing, but it seemed that for all of Caido's negatives, it had granted Remi a few gifts as well. He arched an eyebrow as his intention to simply bridge the gap between them became something altogether more anxiety-inducing, and he glanced down at the feathers sprouting in Remi's hair and along his arms.
Observatory forgotten, Ianto's frown was entirely out of concern. "Remi, hey..." He let his fingers dance gently through the feathers on the back of his neck. "I just wanted to lay down as a man instead of a fox. It doesn't mean anything. Nothing will happen that you don't want. Or at all. You can sit up if you like." So saying, he opened his arm back up, giving the alchemist the control over whether he stayed or left.
Observatory forgotten, Ianto's frown was entirely out of concern. "Remi, hey..." He let his fingers dance gently through the feathers on the back of his neck. "I just wanted to lay down as a man instead of a fox. It doesn't mean anything. Nothing will happen that you don't want. Or at all. You can sit up if you like." So saying, he opened his arm back up, giving the alchemist the control over whether he stayed or left.
