Lingering for a few moments before heading back into the guildhall to prod the fire into life, Ianto frowned to himself. The place was a shell of itself, and more than a little representative than the man who inhabited it. Sighing, the fox returned once the room had started to warm, running his fingers through his coppery hair. "Shall we go and sit?" he suggested.
"...I understand what you mean, but... if you don't care, how is it going to look when Ronin comes marching back through the door when he's cured?" he asked, motioning about the place. "I figured you more for the welcome home banners than chores, Remi."
"...I understand what you mean, but... if you don't care, how is it going to look when Ronin comes marching back through the door when he's cured?" he asked, motioning about the place. "I figured you more for the welcome home banners than chores, Remi."
IANTO
