IANTO
Remi doesn't have to do or say anything for Ianto to flinch, knowing the other man well enough (even now that he has more power than sense) to know when his words are twisting knives he can't see. "I don't know what to tell you," he says softly. "I'm not Ronin, much as I would love to be able to trade myself with him so he could be here for you and your boy. But... I'm not." He shrugs, ruffling a hand through his red hair.
"I'm gonna go inside and make some tea, and start dinner. I think you should stay out here as long as you need to. Do... whatever you need to. I rocked Mateo back to sleep - he's fine." He smiles gently, backing up again to the wagon. He's not keen to get within arm's reach of Remi while he's in this sort of temper.
"I'm gonna go inside and make some tea, and start dinner. I think you should stay out here as long as you need to. Do... whatever you need to. I rocked Mateo back to sleep - he's fine." He smiles gently, backing up again to the wagon. He's not keen to get within arm's reach of Remi while he's in this sort of temper.
where are your gods now
