it's not what it looks like
Ianto's eyes flickered open as Remi drew back, however slight the movement might have been. The alchemist was close enough to consume any sense of reason in the fox's mind (and let's be honest, there wasn't much there to begin with). Remi smelled like the forest he'd explored, like charcoal and tea and the incense from the wagon, and Ianto had to check himself lest he try to pull the other man closer until there was no distance between them at all.
Still, as he spoke - so hesitant but so honest - Ianto frowned gently and tilted his head to rest it against Remi's, his thumb grazing across the scruff on his cheek. "I lost you too," he reminded him. "Out here, alone and without knowing the fate of any of the people I knew. You think I'm going to throw that away for anything, now I have you back?"
Still, as he spoke - so hesitant but so honest - Ianto frowned gently and tilted his head to rest it against Remi's, his thumb grazing across the scruff on his cheek. "I lost you too," he reminded him. "Out here, alone and without knowing the fate of any of the people I knew. You think I'm going to throw that away for anything, now I have you back?"
