it's not what it looks like
"Mmhm. Your head." Ianto nodded slowly and obviously in return, before glancing at Delah and spreading his hands as she caught the keys and made her suggestion, masterfully hiding the panic that fluttered in his chest. "You might," he agreed. "And I do indeed, know the danger of such stories circulatin' about. But if you leave her here then she might just keep talkin' to anyone and everyone who passes by. Rumours are worse than forest fires, y'know."
She knew. He knew. It hardly needed saying. Ianto sighed, itching at the scruff on his chin and straightening up from the cage. "I would really appreciate it if I could just take her home, Delah. I fell here alone, but for her. Don't take a poor fox's only family, eh? Or... well. I suppose there is my godmother."
She knew. He knew. It hardly needed saying. Ianto sighed, itching at the scruff on his chin and straightening up from the cage. "I would really appreciate it if I could just take her home, Delah. I fell here alone, but for her. Don't take a poor fox's only family, eh? Or... well. I suppose there is my godmother."
