it's not what it looks like
”Hey, now. You should let your audience be the judge of that. Not that I am even remotely listening to you in your shower.” Ianto is starting to believe his own hype, enjoying the little narrative he’s weaving for himself as a secret connoisseur of shower music. But Sam’s next point is an interesting one, and Ianto tilts his head curiously. ”What do you mean?” he asks.
Then, as the other man explains about his move from the Hollowed Grounds to Torchline, Ianto can only chuckle in agreement. ”Y’know, that’s one of the best reasons I’ve heard,” he says, casting his gaze out to the sun, the waves, the beach. ”The scenery certainly is better...”
Although, if what Sam has to say is to be believed, Ianto might not have picked the best time to come and visit. Glancing back to him, Ianto shivers a bit and wrinkles his nose. ”I’m afraid to say I’m not a fan,” he admits. ”I didn’t realise such a season existed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a monsoon either. What about you?”
Then, as the other man explains about his move from the Hollowed Grounds to Torchline, Ianto can only chuckle in agreement. ”Y’know, that’s one of the best reasons I’ve heard,” he says, casting his gaze out to the sun, the waves, the beach. ”The scenery certainly is better...”
Although, if what Sam has to say is to be believed, Ianto might not have picked the best time to come and visit. Glancing back to him, Ianto shivers a bit and wrinkles his nose. ”I’m afraid to say I’m not a fan,” he admits. ”I didn’t realise such a season existed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a monsoon either. What about you?”
