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[coffee_sir]

Ianto made a round at the party after his conversation with Daniel. He didn't talk to anyone, but he pretended not to be thinking about anything and nursed a drink as he did so. By the time he made the full circuit and got himself back to the refreshment table, he knew he couldn't just shake this off. He poured himself another drink and headed

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[captainjack]

People had been coming and going and Jack had mainly stuck to the shadows. He'd paid attention to the faces and the voices, then would return his attention to the stars. When Ianto walked out, he had looked over casually, and even if he hadn't known the man, even if he hadn't been trained to pick up on little things like posture and cadaence...hell, even if he hadn't had eyes or a brain, he'd have been able to tell something was wrong.

He didn't say anythng, just sat his glass on the railing as he passed the building and followed Ianto into the darkness. It wasn't until Ianto hit the tree that Jack picked up the pace, fully prepared to get punched for just being there.

"Hey..."

[coffee_sir]

"What?" Ianto snapped, his voice thick with frustration, anger and hurt. He kicked the tree this time, but that did as little good as punching it did. Only this time around, he stumbled back a few steps and didn't have aching knuckles.

[captainjack]

Well. Ianto Jones, the picture of control and reserve, the man who Jack rarely saw the truth of his feelings--even if he could intuit them--the man who he'd glanced at once earlier and hadn't seen anything out of the norm, Ianto Jones was pissed off to throw his frustrations at a tree.

Jack sighed softly and stepped back out of arm's reach. "Nothing," he said calmly. "I just left my drink to see what was wrong. If you'd rather I let you kill the forest, I can..."

[coffee_sir]

Ianto snorted. Honestly snorted, without any sort of humor and shook his head. He couldn't quite seem to keep still, and took half-steps in no direction and then backwards, his hands on his hips.

"Oh, don't leave your drink. Jane'll kill me with those eyes of hers if you have a bad time, and God knows I made enough of an idiot of myself in there already."