IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
Ianto melts into the embrace, moulding himself against Remi with a snuffle against the fabric of a shirt and a huff of hot breath. The fluffy brush of his tail waggles even as it's trapped against the alchemist, and he lets out a whine of empathy for the other man's situation. You don't have to apologise, but I appreciate it. It must have been a shock, he murmurs, his accent lilting stronger through the Attuned bond. Ianto is more than content to sit and be held and to convey wordless comfort in a way that only an animal can.
It's much less awkward for him, too, after all. Indeed, he always finds himself much more at ease as a fox or a cardinal around Remi than as a man, but that's probably because of moments like this. I should have finished my tea first. It's going to go cold. He chuckles, golden eyes flashing to the steaming cup next to Remi.
It's much less awkward for him, too, after all. Indeed, he always finds himself much more at ease as a fox or a cardinal around Remi than as a man, but that's probably because of moments like this. I should have finished my tea first. It's going to go cold. He chuckles, golden eyes flashing to the steaming cup next to Remi.
between me and you
