it's not what it looks like
”Nowhere else at all? Not even in the privacy of your own shower?” Ianto chuckles, finding that hard to believe. Even the least musical people tend to have a little warble when no one’s around to hear them, right? Still, Sam’s comments about love and the sea do strike a chord with Ianto, and the fox gives him a nod and takes the pipe from his lips, holding it out in case the other man wants a pull from it.
”Tumultuous is certainly a word for it,” he remarks, tapping the heel of his boot back against the wagon step, blue eyes flicking back up to Sam’s face as his name is repeated, as he looks almost like he’s remembering him from another story, another place. Then, of course, he mentions Remi, Ianto flashing another golden grin in his direction.
”Aye, intimately,” he says, waggling his eyebrows. ”Not so much these days, of course, but I’ve a mind to build a bridge with him. He was a good friend before he was anything else, and they’re hard to come by these days. You know him as well, I take?”
”Tumultuous is certainly a word for it,” he remarks, tapping the heel of his boot back against the wagon step, blue eyes flicking back up to Sam’s face as his name is repeated, as he looks almost like he’s remembering him from another story, another place. Then, of course, he mentions Remi, Ianto flashing another golden grin in his direction.
”Aye, intimately,” he says, waggling his eyebrows. ”Not so much these days, of course, but I’ve a mind to build a bridge with him. He was a good friend before he was anything else, and they’re hard to come by these days. You know him as well, I take?”
