Had he a heart that wasn't in tatters and pieces, it would have wilted at hearing the bruised way the fox replied. With an apologetic fluttering of his lashes, Remi tried to hide the disbelieving smirk that awkwardly tugged his lips up and down at the mention of roofs, hammocks, stars, and—
—Remi's lips fell open, and the way he awkwardly both gasped and gulped made his throat tighten painfully. Running both hands across his eyes as if that would hide the ferocious blush and the way his heart was hammering, he nodded distantly.
Right. Ianto. He had heard that name before, this was one of the men Ludo had taken from him. A man, presumably, given the company of memories he'd been placed in, Remi had loved.
And apparently had fantastic sex with.
"My memories were taken." He mumbled from behind still closed fingers. Remi could feel his face becoming even more red as his mind buzzed.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
