IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
Ianto had to laugh - what else could you do, after spending all the energy and pain to get up only to be told to sit down again. ”You reckon the wound will be worse if I turn into a bird?” he asked, the question more random than intended. Gingerly he set himself back down to rest against one of the trees, nodding for her to go ahead with whatever fresh hell would come from taking the arrow out of his side.
”It’s only a little bird. Easy to carry, probably.” Smiling weakly up at Juniper, he raised his free hand (the one not covered in blood) to rake it through his coppery hair. His teeth started to chatter too; likely a mix of cold and shock. Raising an eyebrow at the scarf, Ianto sighed and nodded to his own. ”Use that instead,” he suggested. ”Yours is too pretty to ruin.”
”It’s only a little bird. Easy to carry, probably.” Smiling weakly up at Juniper, he raised his free hand (the one not covered in blood) to rake it through his coppery hair. His teeth started to chatter too; likely a mix of cold and shock. Raising an eyebrow at the scarf, Ianto sighed and nodded to his own. ”Use that instead,” he suggested. ”Yours is too pretty to ruin.”
between me and you
