it's not what it looks like
”Aye - they say there’s something about the sea that makes people more musical.” Who they were and whether they did in fact say as much isn’t necessarily something that Ianto knows for certain, and nor does he care. Still, he shifts up a bit to make more comfortable room for the other man, replacing his pipe between his lips. ”Ah, lost loves. You see? More musical, more dramatic - the sea’s just like a woman that way. Not that I ought to say stuff like that. I know plenty of ladies who could wipe the floor with me.”
Chuckling and exhaling sweet smoke, reaching out to clasp Sam’s hand in return; the fox’s grip is firm, warm, calloused. ”Ianto,” he greets in return, glancing back out at the waves. ”I was a bit preoccupied last time. In a bad way or whatever. But this time - damn. Sunset’s pulling out all the stops for me.”
Chuckling and exhaling sweet smoke, reaching out to clasp Sam’s hand in return; the fox’s grip is firm, warm, calloused. ”Ianto,” he greets in return, glancing back out at the waves. ”I was a bit preoccupied last time. In a bad way or whatever. But this time - damn. Sunset’s pulling out all the stops for me.”
