IANTO
Ianto shoots Remi equally as horrified a look in return for being shown his hands. He wants to reiterate the sentiment, only the alchemist had warned him. And it was still awful. He's about to reach for them when the other man's warning rings in his ears, the fox raising a brow and chewing at the inside of his cheek, before shrugging. "Then be careful," he suggests, trying for his usual cheer but it's a little half baked.
He does reach for the other man's hands, then, warning him about the stinging antiseptic before attempting to clean the ruins of his fingers and palms. Remi will feel a strong pulse of concern from Ianto, about the immediate state of him mingled with everything he's just gone through, and a great deel of sadness and empathy. It's all platonic, though, his once-feelings for the alchemist replaced by a friendship that he's honestly much more comfortable with.
Working deftly, he starts to wrap his hands up in bandages, muttering some Fae curse under his breath about strategic decisions and whatever. "Well," he says. "Luckily, your husband is a soldier. And unlike last time, with Aoife, he isn't gone. Not really. He's just away, and I imagine he can't wait to speak with you."
He does reach for the other man's hands, then, warning him about the stinging antiseptic before attempting to clean the ruins of his fingers and palms. Remi will feel a strong pulse of concern from Ianto, about the immediate state of him mingled with everything he's just gone through, and a great deel of sadness and empathy. It's all platonic, though, his once-feelings for the alchemist replaced by a friendship that he's honestly much more comfortable with.
Working deftly, he starts to wrap his hands up in bandages, muttering some Fae curse under his breath about strategic decisions and whatever. "Well," he says. "Luckily, your husband is a soldier. And unlike last time, with Aoife, he isn't gone. Not really. He's just away, and I imagine he can't wait to speak with you."
where are your gods now
