whisper to me

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned With a shake that started in his shoulders and wriggled all the way to the tip of his tail, Remi tried to dislodge as much of the water as possible from his coat before scampering up and onto Ianto's shoulder with an undignified huff. With dark eyes, Remi glanced around nervously, trying to distinguish what was idle curiosity on the part of the lingering fae, and what might be looks of suspicion. His nails gripped the fabric of Ianto's shirt as his whiskers twitched with a sort of nervous diligence.