IANTO
"Take as long as you need, Remi," Ianto murmurs to the other man, smiling sadly back at him and retreating into the wagon. The sound of him pottering about; the whistle of the kettle, the chopping of vegetables, the sound of a little Fae ditty (undoubtedly for Mateo's benefit) trundling out of the wagon at intervals. Once he's set soup on to cook and bubble away, he returns to the wagon steps with two cups of tea in hand. Sitting on the top step, he keeps one, placing the other beside him in case Remi feels like he wants to partake.
He also brings a first aid kit, something well-stocked but rarely needed in the Wishing Wagon since Ronin had been there. That was something that would probably change within a few days, too. Less, actually, given the state of the other man when Ianto had first spotted him.
He also brings a first aid kit, something well-stocked but rarely needed in the Wishing Wagon since Ronin had been there. That was something that would probably change within a few days, too. Less, actually, given the state of the other man when Ianto had first spotted him.
where are your gods now
