IANTO
Ianto is careful not to look at Remi at first, sipping at his tea and idly sorting through the bandages, dressings, various antiseptic solutions and whatnot, until the alchemist is the first to speak. Glancing back up at him, he softens somewhat, at least feeling more comfortable in approaching the other man when he's like this. "You two can't catch a break," he remarks, the sadness in his voice making his accent heavier. Slipping from the wagon step, he pats it as if to invite Remi to sit instead. It would make it easier to look him over.
"So you don't know when you're going to be able to see each other properly again? What... actually happened, Remi? Mort, Vi... it was that big a thing?" His brow furrows, and his coward senses start to tingle. Ianto desperately wants to run from this.
"So you don't know when you're going to be able to see each other properly again? What... actually happened, Remi? Mort, Vi... it was that big a thing?" His brow furrows, and his coward senses start to tingle. Ianto desperately wants to run from this.
where are your gods now
