IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
"Oh, I daresay I could. Only problem is that they're terrible conversationalists, mostly," Ianto agreed about the tree, leaning casually against the Mathair now as he regarded Remi. He offered an understanding nod about the Alchemist's vague reply - some good, some bad was something the fox could relate to. He would have to be blind not to see the scarring across Remi's throat, and while once upon a time he might have surged forward to see if his friend was alright, the distance of time kept him where he was.
Raising his eyebrows, he braced himself for the particularly exciting news, having to resist the urge to confess to Remi that he didn't wear socks. "Torchline, you say?" He smiled crookedly. "And you are Governor of the place? My, you really have gone up in the world," he said. "I'm happy for you. I imagine you were on your way back, in that case? This being a portal, apparently." He nodded at the Mathair.
Raising his eyebrows, he braced himself for the particularly exciting news, having to resist the urge to confess to Remi that he didn't wear socks. "Torchline, you say?" He smiled crookedly. "And you are Governor of the place? My, you really have gone up in the world," he said. "I'm happy for you. I imagine you were on your way back, in that case? This being a portal, apparently." He nodded at the Mathair.
between me and you
