IANTO
Taking the hint, where a fox sits, a man soon takes his place. Looking predictably eclectic and charmingly unkempt, Ianto flashes a golden smile up at Remi and leans backs on one hand; the other, of course, reaches out expectantly for the gin. It’s needed, he realises, as the other man starts to describe whatever-the-recent-fuck has been happening in his life, and coppery eyebrows threaten to disappear into his thatch of hair.
”Well,” he says, clearing his throat. ”I suppose a huge congratulations is in order, then.” Now he’s beaming again, genuine joy in his expression. ”That is the best news I think I’ve had this year. I... got some bad news, a few days ago. A friend of mine died. So this is... yeah.” A pick-me-up to say the least.
But to hear that they’ll be travelling? He furrows his brow. ”With... a baby? Like a tiny, just born baby? Are you... I mean, obviously you know what you’re doing. You’ve probably got it all covered.”
”Well,” he says, clearing his throat. ”I suppose a huge congratulations is in order, then.” Now he’s beaming again, genuine joy in his expression. ”That is the best news I think I’ve had this year. I... got some bad news, a few days ago. A friend of mine died. So this is... yeah.” A pick-me-up to say the least.
But to hear that they’ll be travelling? He furrows his brow. ”With... a baby? Like a tiny, just born baby? Are you... I mean, obviously you know what you’re doing. You’ve probably got it all covered.”
where are your gods now
