New memories & old wagons

i'd bring you further roses

It was probably for the best that Remi kept his gaze firmly focused on the warbled ovals of woodgrain on the ledge. The look on Ianto's face would likely have driven him either straight into the fox's arms or out of the now-open window. Neither of which would likely help them out of this conversation.

I do not think it does either. He answered, his mental voice perhaps the same volume as it always had been—it was rather hard to think in different volumes—but it sounded much more reserved. Shy. Honest.

Sharply though the fox's suggestion drew Remi's stare, his expression one of surprise and unhappiness. Ianto was only giving voice to the obvious solution, but still the alchemist felt cold waves of regret sloshing about. "No." He said out loud, louder and more forcefully than he meant to. Clearing his throat apologetically, his lashes fluttering as he fixed his gaze self-consciously somewhere near Ianto's shoulder, he shook his head. "As if that would help." He mumbled, cheeks reddening, because, if it wasn't already obvious enough, it was probably too late.

but it does you no good

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