Sometimes love is a feather

sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man

Ianto is glad to have you. Remi glanced up at his, one eyebrow raised. It was perhaps...not a strange way of putting it, but after all his recent trials and tribulations, the alchemist didn't particularly like to think of himself as being had, even by someone as charming as the fox.

"Ronin?" Remi repeated, cheeks flushing slightly. In a way he had been with Ronin that drunken night in the kitchen. The memory of which made Remi run a hand awkwardly through his curls. "Ahh...no. I do still live with Ronin. And sleep with him..." He admitted with one eye comically closed and his nose scrunched up. "And I do mean sleep. Coming back from the dead was not so easy for Ronin after all, with Vanya still gone." The alchemist added with a shrug. Maybe it was strange that he still lived with Ronin, that he had a not-quite-completely platonic relationship with him and spooned him (or was spooned) to sleep every night.

Watching Sam flex made Remi snort with adoration and amusement and he nodded appreciatively. "Well, I will be sure to let you know if I ever need you as back up." He said with a laugh.

sometimes love is a soft touch, or a pistol in your hand

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