Ianto
It would have been foolish to say that Ianto, too, hadn't noticed the crackle of something as he brushed by his old friend, though the fox did everything he could to shove that down back where it belonged. Whatever he had thought and wanted and felt at the time of seeing Remi up in the tree, it wasn't the same Remi, exactly. With this one he was starting again, with a clean slate.
The laughter surprised him, Ianto smiling over his shoulder and shrugging, seeming equally as amused but not quite as bitter. Then again, he hadn't been about to own said tavern. "It most certainly was," he agreed with a roll of his eyes. "And that is why I stayed out of politics as much as possible..." Still, that conversation tapered off as the wagon appeared, glittering in the twilight of the trees.
"...Or we went somewhere else," he confirmed the rest of Remi's sentence under his breath, though he chose not to disclose anything further. Instead, Ianto approached the wagon, whose doors sprung open when he got close. "You're officially invited in," he said to Remi, turning to hold out a hand for him to go first.
The mention of the stars gave him pause, however, and he lowered his gaze and dug a hand in his pocket. From it, he withdrew one such star, made for him by the alchemist what felt like a lifetime ago. "They are very good stars," he agreed.
The laughter surprised him, Ianto smiling over his shoulder and shrugging, seeming equally as amused but not quite as bitter. Then again, he hadn't been about to own said tavern. "It most certainly was," he agreed with a roll of his eyes. "And that is why I stayed out of politics as much as possible..." Still, that conversation tapered off as the wagon appeared, glittering in the twilight of the trees.
"...Or we went somewhere else," he confirmed the rest of Remi's sentence under his breath, though he chose not to disclose anything further. Instead, Ianto approached the wagon, whose doors sprung open when he got close. "You're officially invited in," he said to Remi, turning to hold out a hand for him to go first.
The mention of the stars gave him pause, however, and he lowered his gaze and dug a hand in his pocket. From it, he withdrew one such star, made for him by the alchemist what felt like a lifetime ago. "They are very good stars," he agreed.
