it's not what it looks like
"Perhaps I'll write it some time, and then I'll be able to tell you," Ianto quipped back with a snort of laughter; that in itself was testament to how crooked he was, in truth. But suddenly their easy camaraderie had drifted to a finish, or so it seemed, and Ianto watched Remi with a worried frown on his face, as if concerned he might have accidentally frightened him away.
The silence drew out and Ianto worried his lower lip between his teeth, before suddenly the alchemist's voice echoed in his head clear as a bell. Eyes widening, he couldn't help the gentle, boyish smile that tugged at his lips. "I'm not... I don't know if it works like that, Remi," he murmured. "But I think I know what you're saying. Do you think maybe it would be better if we didn't spend so much time together for a while?"
The silence drew out and Ianto worried his lower lip between his teeth, before suddenly the alchemist's voice echoed in his head clear as a bell. Eyes widening, he couldn't help the gentle, boyish smile that tugged at his lips. "I'm not... I don't know if it works like that, Remi," he murmured. "But I think I know what you're saying. Do you think maybe it would be better if we didn't spend so much time together for a while?"
