most unfortunate

REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun Remembering what Ianto had said about not breathing it in, but being unable to use his hands (he could, actually, but Remi had always sort of thought he needed to control his magic with his hands), he sort of turtled his head down into his own collar, trying not to breathe more than was necessary. Though once he'd started thinking about it, of course air seemed like something he needed more often than he should. Placing the jar beneath and letting the sap flow into it, Remi winced at the sound the tree made feeling suddenly quite guilty for stealing what at this moment looked like blood pouring from it. "I am sorry.." He whispered to the tree, blushing as he realized that he had said this bit outloud. "Can you see? Does that look like enough?" Remi asked, creating more blooms to occupy the tree. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you