IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
"Oh, pish. You need not bow to me," Ianto scoffed and stretched out, before rolling lazily to his feet. His coat was covered in leaves, colouring him in Leafchange, and he didn't bother to sweep them away. The fox was perhaps a little thinner these days, a little sharper around the edges. But there was no collar around his neck and his blue eyes were rich with mischief and contentment, so the Greatwood seemed to be treating him very, very well.
He might have told Remi not to bow, but that didn't stop Ianto in turn, and he was grinning as he straightened back up. "Nearly a year, you say? My, how time flies when you don't have many to talk to," he said, his accent lilting around the words. "What have you been doing with yourself?"
He might have told Remi not to bow, but that didn't stop Ianto in turn, and he was grinning as he straightened back up. "Nearly a year, you say? My, how time flies when you don't have many to talk to," he said, his accent lilting around the words. "What have you been doing with yourself?"
between me and you
