Leaning appreciatively into the touch, the fluffy red brush of his tail curling about him, Ianto merely listened as Remi spoke. He might not have wanted to see, but that didn't mean that Remi didn't need to show him, and even as the alchemist tensed and shifted against the fireplace, the fox remained melted against him in a warm, furry hug.
The tale, though, was harrowing. Aoife had been kidnapped? That in itself sounded like it would be enough to put Remi in the sort of state he'd been seen in, but then... well. Then the alchemist continued. His fur bristling, breath hitching in his chest, Ianto was assaulted by the emotions and the visuals of that day, and he tucked his head firmly beneath Remi's chin as if to try and get away from it.
Remi, I... What could he say? That it was fine? That it was understandable? That they had killed a man and had - from the look of Ronin and the feelings coming from Remi - thoroughly enjoyed it. A shudder ran through Ianto, but if anything he burrowed closer to the alchemist, like he could find the man beneath it all and take him away.
He would have killed Aoife, that man... wouldn't he?
The tale, though, was harrowing. Aoife had been kidnapped? That in itself sounded like it would be enough to put Remi in the sort of state he'd been seen in, but then... well. Then the alchemist continued. His fur bristling, breath hitching in his chest, Ianto was assaulted by the emotions and the visuals of that day, and he tucked his head firmly beneath Remi's chin as if to try and get away from it.
Remi, I... What could he say? That it was fine? That it was understandable? That they had killed a man and had - from the look of Ronin and the feelings coming from Remi - thoroughly enjoyed it. A shudder ran through Ianto, but if anything he burrowed closer to the alchemist, like he could find the man beneath it all and take him away.
He would have killed Aoife, that man... wouldn't he?
IANTO
