IANTO
”Are you saying that this whole falling into Caido thing couldn’t have been written as some fairytale story?” Ianto raises his eyebrows, not believing that even for a second. He snorts at Remi’s opinion of his swimming ability. ”But of course we can swim. Haven’t you read that story about the gingerbread man, hitching a ride on a fox across the river?” The grin Ianto gives his friend is rather a foxy one, though it fades under the realisation that Remi is absolutely right.
”I’m a person now,” he points out, letting the other man snag the pipe from his lips with a huff of playful indignance. “And you, my friend, are not an idiot. So I suppose that settles it for us, doesn’t it?” Nudging his shoulder against the Alchemist’s, he seems to relax. ”So how are things actually?”
”I’m a person now,” he points out, letting the other man snag the pipe from his lips with a huff of playful indignance. “And you, my friend, are not an idiot. So I suppose that settles it for us, doesn’t it?” Nudging his shoulder against the Alchemist’s, he seems to relax. ”So how are things actually?”
i know places we can hide
