sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
"Yes and no." Remi echoed, wanting very much not to fall into the gaping holes in Ianto's story, but finding it impossibly hard to avoid them. Mirroring his friend's gesture, the alchemist ran a hand through his own curls, back to front and then back again with a sigh.
"With all that you have told me about her...not wanting me to meet her, not wanting to talk about the..ahh.. relationship that you have...I suppose I was just surprised that you would include us in one of her plans, without at least mentioning it. To me, if not the others." Halting, Remi reached a hand to lay it against the fox's arm, if he could. His gaze was softly wounded, but the boyish optimism and hope was perhaps the most sad thing about his expression.
"With all that you have told me about her...not wanting me to meet her, not wanting to talk about the..ahh.. relationship that you have...I suppose I was just surprised that you would include us in one of her plans, without at least mentioning it. To me, if not the others." Halting, Remi reached a hand to lay it against the fox's arm, if he could. His gaze was softly wounded, but the boyish optimism and hope was perhaps the most sad thing about his expression.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
