it's not what it looks like
"Oh, absolutely," Ianto said with an amused laugh. "I'm very by the book, don't you know. Whoever this person you're reminded of, it certainly can't be me." And the positively vulpine grin on his face was just coincidence. Uh huh. Ianto's smile faded by degrees as the silence stretched out between them, and he couldn't read Remi, not like he thought he'd been able to before. The man beside him was tied in so many knots, he barely knew where to begin.
"I know you don't," he said quietly, straightening up from the counter and brushing a lock of coppery hair out of his face. "You're a different man to the one I met in Northaven. You were nervous then too, but... for a different reason, I think. Now you seem bruised. Afraid of things goin' wrong, rather than afraid of them happenin' at all. Help me out and tell me I'm bein' an idiot if I'm off track, please?"
"I know you don't," he said quietly, straightening up from the counter and brushing a lock of coppery hair out of his face. "You're a different man to the one I met in Northaven. You were nervous then too, but... for a different reason, I think. Now you seem bruised. Afraid of things goin' wrong, rather than afraid of them happenin' at all. Help me out and tell me I'm bein' an idiot if I'm off track, please?"
