it's not what it looks like
Ianto lets out a curse in the Fae tongue as Remi sends a wave splashing towards him, the fox scrambling back a few feet to plonk himself at the edge of the riverbank, sitting with his legs crossed. "What are you doing in there, exactly?" he wants to know, raising his eyebrows at the other man as he gives himself a thorough dunking in the water. And as Remi rephrases the reality of what he is doing with much better (read: more honest) wording, Ianto nods with warm enthusiasm.
"As tempting as you make your pocket lint sound, I would much rather not put myself through that a second time. You and your husband go and have a wonderful time. I will be here, doing precisely the opposite of whatever you are." So probably sleeping and eating and lazing around.
"As tempting as you make your pocket lint sound, I would much rather not put myself through that a second time. You and your husband go and have a wonderful time. I will be here, doing precisely the opposite of whatever you are." So probably sleeping and eating and lazing around.
