it's not what it looks like
”Well, yeah. My arms are around you, and you haven’t punched me in the face yet. Hugging.” Ianto grinned to the other man cheerfully. In truth he honestly hadn’t meant it as anything more; Remi was far too flighty, still, to take that kind of a risk with. (The irony of ‘flighty’ was not wasted on the writer of this post). For now the fox was content to feel close to Remi, to not feel quite as dreadfully alone as in the past few months. He felt his stomach give a little flutter as the alchemist finally looked up at him, even if his attention was quickly captured by the bobbing lights around them.
”Your presence is payment enough, but the stars are a nice touch,” he said, smirking. ”And that depends. If it’s working, they are mood lighting. If not, they can bugger off out of my wagon.” The fox’s laugh was carefree, and he blew one of the wisps away from where it bobbed and danced around their faces.
”Your presence is payment enough, but the stars are a nice touch,” he said, smirking. ”And that depends. If it’s working, they are mood lighting. If not, they can bugger off out of my wagon.” The fox’s laugh was carefree, and he blew one of the wisps away from where it bobbed and danced around their faces.
