IANTO
Turning only to see why James had paused, only to offer a golden grin in response to the apparent compliment (he was taking it as a compliment anyway), Ianto rolled his eyes and grabbed a plate for the bread and jam. Bringing it over to set it down next to the tea, he made no attempt to sit around James, moving the other man's legs so he could sink down onto the bed.
"There's seven of them," he repeated, raising an eyebrow expectantly only to realise, a bit belately, that there was nothing left to that particular story. "Oh," he said with a lighthearted chuckle, grabbing a piece of bread. "Well. That's... that's something, isn't it? What are they statues of?"
"There's seven of them," he repeated, raising an eyebrow expectantly only to realise, a bit belately, that there was nothing left to that particular story. "Oh," he said with a lighthearted chuckle, grabbing a piece of bread. "Well. That's... that's something, isn't it? What are they statues of?"
where are your gods now
