the refuge that you've built to flee ( backstory, newlisaonlife )

[coffee_cult]

( this is one time that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone )A few weeks have passed since the narrowly-avoided conflict, and they've convincingly enough settled back into routine for Ianto's fears to be allayed ... for the most part. His disappointment over the hypothetical baby faded quickly in the wake of Lisa's apparent lack of

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[newlisaonlife]

When the alarm goes off, Lisa groans and rolls over onto the side. The mauve duvet is pulled up and she buries herself underneath it. Ianto's shift is the better of the two. He gets to sleep in and she has to work very late. She grumbles something inaudible about not hitting the snooze button. Just let her sleep, please!

[coffee_cult]

Ianto is considerate enough to turn the alarm off, of course ... but there is still the matter of the time, and the fact that she has to go to work earlier than he does. He leans back over and shakes her shoulder gently, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Then he pads over to the dresser and begins to rummage around for clothes. A pair of plaid sleep pants seem like a good place to start, then he goes digging for a t-shirt.

He picks up a Black-and-Ambers shirt that Fred gave him for his birthday and pulls it over his head. As he does so, a white plastic compact tumbles out of the fabric and lands back in the drawer. Ianto frowns and picks it up, turning it over in his hands, and feels his heart sink. He glances back over his shoulder at Lisa, then quickly replaces it in the drawer. It's not his business. But still, the feeling lingers as he closes the drawer back.

[newlisaonlife]

Whoever makes the shift schedual should be thrown down into the pit. Why did a body have to work a late shift and then go in early? It makes no sense.

"Mmmmmnnnph." Lisa makes another inaudible sound after Ianto gives her a quick peck. Finally, she does throw the mauve duvet off of her and she sits up. She is not at all a morning person. "You go in at eleven?" Her eyes focus on the expression that Ianto is currently wearing. "What is it?"

[coffee_cult]

"Yeah," Ianto replies vaguely to the question about his shift. He combs his fingers through his hair to straighten it from a sleep-rumpled state, frowning. "Nothing, it's ... nothing." He sighs and turns away, heading for the bedroom door. He doesn't particularly want to start a conflict first thing in the morning. "I was thinking I'd make breakfast. Do you feel like omelettes?"