IANTO
"Drink the tea. I put a shitload of honey and rum in it," Ianto advises, nodding at the cup; there's more in Remi's than in his own, but he's pretty sure that's called for. "Will you let me look at your hands, too?" The sooner they're bandaged, the better. Remi probably won't even know he's hurt himself in a couple of days, with the kind of superhuman shit he's got going on. But still - now is not the time to tempt fate.
Ianto listens as he explains it all, as he gets the shock out of his system and sets the story as it happened, the fox worrying his lower lip between his teeth and cutting appropriate lengths of bandages, soaking cloths with antiseptic. "I am so sorry," he whispers. Not even given a chance to say goodbye. And for Ronin, not even getting to see Mateo one last time... The fox lets out a long huff of a sigh.
"A defensive hub." He wrinkles his nose. He doesn't know he likes the sound of that.
Ianto listens as he explains it all, as he gets the shock out of his system and sets the story as it happened, the fox worrying his lower lip between his teeth and cutting appropriate lengths of bandages, soaking cloths with antiseptic. "I am so sorry," he whispers. Not even given a chance to say goodbye. And for Ronin, not even getting to see Mateo one last time... The fox lets out a long huff of a sigh.
"A defensive hub." He wrinkles his nose. He doesn't know he likes the sound of that.
where are your gods now
