IANTO
Ianto keeps his eyebrows raised at Remi, the fox folding his arms across his chest and deigning not to comment on the idea of him struggling; it’s not like Remi would admit it even if it were true, after all. ”Uhhh... I’m not sure about the amount of sex you’ll want to have in a room with your ex and your baby,” he says bluntly, because that is the main thing on his mind. ”I don’t want to be the cause of any problems between you and your husband. I like Ronin. He’s a good friend. Both of you are.”
And yet, for all of his logic and reluctance, his fox’s tail thumping against the ground gives him very much away. The idea of travel, of adventure, of not being alone... it’s already decided, honestly. ”Fine,” he mutters, smiling a bit. ”But only if Ronin is okay with it. The wagon is still yours, though. So long as you don’t mind me selling bullshit out of it.”
And yet, for all of his logic and reluctance, his fox’s tail thumping against the ground gives him very much away. The idea of travel, of adventure, of not being alone... it’s already decided, honestly. ”Fine,” he mutters, smiling a bit. ”But only if Ronin is okay with it. The wagon is still yours, though. So long as you don’t mind me selling bullshit out of it.”
where are your gods now
