it's not what it looks like
Awkward it might have been, but nothing lasted forever. And Ianto smiled softly as he felt, ever so slightly, the alchemist begin to relax against him. At no point did he try to keep the other man in his grip - in fact he had just been about to step back when he felt the hand ghost over his leg and hip, Ianto raising an eyebrow just as Remi started to look up. Sort of.
"Hey," he said, vaguely aware of the will-o-wisps that had snuck into the wagon now and that were bobbing about them in lazy patterns. "It's meant to be nice. Hugging, I mean." The fox risked a playful grin that he wasn't sure Remi would see. "And normally I charge for them, so you must be a big deal." Reaching up, he carefully brushed an errant curl out of the alchemist's face, his fingers just barely brushing over the other man's cheek.
"Hey," he said, vaguely aware of the will-o-wisps that had snuck into the wagon now and that were bobbing about them in lazy patterns. "It's meant to be nice. Hugging, I mean." The fox risked a playful grin that he wasn't sure Remi would see. "And normally I charge for them, so you must be a big deal." Reaching up, he carefully brushed an errant curl out of the alchemist's face, his fingers just barely brushing over the other man's cheek.
