Ianto
Hearing Remi react to what he had said was more painful than the realisation it had brought on himself, Ianto sighing shakily and fighting not to look away from the other man, much as he wanted to. He winced as Remi's hands came up, the fox holding himself stock still so he wouldn't instinctively grab at the alchemist's wrists and stop him from getting any closer.
"Do what?" he said softly, knowing the answer and asking anyway. Swallowing hard, he gave the slightest of nods as if to give permission to Remi, to let him do what he would in an attempt to free Ianto, however metaphorical it might be.
"Do what?" he said softly, knowing the answer and asking anyway. Swallowing hard, he gave the slightest of nods as if to give permission to Remi, to let him do what he would in an attempt to free Ianto, however metaphorical it might be.
