it's not what it looks like
When Remi remained where he was, Ianto ignored the way his stomach gave a small flip of pleasure to carefully curl his arm back around the alchemist, his touch gentle as though he was dealing with a wild animal - and based on the fact that the Remi from Northaven would have literally flown away by now, he wasn't far wrong, he didn't think. Absently, his fingers returned to fuss over the feathers in the other man's hair, enjoying the silken touch as he turned his gaze contently to the ceiling.
"Nothing that you don't want it to," Ianto repeated in a low and gentle tone. "And even if you did want it to mean something, doesn't mean anything has to happen. We can just lay here, and talk some more, and catch up with each other. This is just another new memory."
"Nothing that you don't want it to," Ianto repeated in a low and gentle tone. "And even if you did want it to mean something, doesn't mean anything has to happen. We can just lay here, and talk some more, and catch up with each other. This is just another new memory."
