Ianto
"Ah-- careful, you'll cut off the circulation." Ianto smiled weakly and tugged at the vine as it couldn't seem to decide what it wanted to do. A blush dusted his own cheeks, the fox clearing his throat awkwardly and glancing away. "No, I... you don't have to apologise. It's just... I... I never thought I'd see you again. So... this is pretty phenomenal." And it sounded corny and ridiculous and it looked as though the silver in Ianto's tongue had tarnished over time.
Concentrating fully on the pipe so he wouldn't have to look at Remi, Ianto nodded absently at hearing about the others in there. "Is Warren?" he asked softly; that was the only other person he had known well enough in Northaven, and part of him turned cold at the mere thought that he might now have two masters.
"Yeah, that's me I suppose. What about you, though? What have you been doing in there all that time...?"
Concentrating fully on the pipe so he wouldn't have to look at Remi, Ianto nodded absently at hearing about the others in there. "Is Warren?" he asked softly; that was the only other person he had known well enough in Northaven, and part of him turned cold at the mere thought that he might now have two masters.
"Yeah, that's me I suppose. What about you, though? What have you been doing in there all that time...?"
