IANTO
Remi's agreement did not come easily; Ianto noticed that without needing to notice much else. Still, he managed a quiet chuckle at the teasing jibe about his cost, squeezing Remi's hand and searching out the alchemist's eyes again. "She can make her own," he murmured gently. "It is how the stock for the Wishing Wagon comes into being. Mostly. I don't know where she gets the rest from." But that wasn't to say there wouldn't be something she would want from Remi.
It was just that the thought of Remi owing her anything made Ianto sick to his stomach. He shook his head quickly. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I won't have you in her debt for anything. I made this choice - it's mine to live with." Glancing up, the scent of cinammon and baked goods suddenly reached him, and he let his hand drop. "I think our gifts are ready." He smirked.
It was just that the thought of Remi owing her anything made Ianto sick to his stomach. He shook his head quickly. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I won't have you in her debt for anything. I made this choice - it's mine to live with." Glancing up, the scent of cinammon and baked goods suddenly reached him, and he let his hand drop. "I think our gifts are ready." He smirked.
i know places we can hide
