it's not what it looks like
"Then you've got nothin' to worry about," Ianto said simply, finishing Remi's sentence for him and giving his hands a warm, gentle squeeze. "Whatever happens, whatever you decide. I'm not worried. Ludo doesn't scare me." He tipped the hawk a cheeky wink; granted, he hadn't had any interactions with the soul guide (and he was actually a fucking coward), so he could afford to be cocky. But that was future Ianto's problem.
Slowly letting his hands slip away from Remi's, Ianto paused for a moment before daring to try and pull the alchemist into an embrace. It would be too easy to give in to passions and too-quick decisions, but this was more important. So if the other man allowed, Ianto would draw him close, fingers once more finding the feathers in his hair whilst his other arm wound around his waist.
Slowly letting his hands slip away from Remi's, Ianto paused for a moment before daring to try and pull the alchemist into an embrace. It would be too easy to give in to passions and too-quick decisions, but this was more important. So if the other man allowed, Ianto would draw him close, fingers once more finding the feathers in his hair whilst his other arm wound around his waist.
