RP for twmagdalena

[damnfinecoffee]

"Gwen," Something in Rhys' tone stopped Ianto from walking in just then. This wasn't a conversation he was supposed to be hearing. He should have left then, and he knew it. He didn't though, just waiting outside where he couldn't help but overhear what Rhys was saying. "Gwen, think about it, think about our future, about the last month and

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[twmagdalena]

"Hello, gorgeous," Gwen looked up at the sound of footfall, and the relief in her eyes that it's not her husband come back to underscore his point is palpable. "You're a sight for sore eyes!"

She'd not been awake too long and after very emotional visits from Jack and Rhys, it was genuinely good to see Ianto. He was a good bloke, an excellent friend, and unlikely to be a pain in the arse.

[damnfinecoffee]

"You've been in here too long," he joked, taking the next to her bed. "I don't think I remember the last time your were this pleased to see me."

He almost brought up what he'd overheard there and then, but decided against it. It was really none of his business, and he doubted that Gwen would be happy to have him pressuring her as well. She really had looked relieved when she'd seen it was him, and he couldn't help but suspect that some of that came from the fact he was (relatively) neutral territory when it came to Rhys' views on Torchwood. If he'd ever come up in arguments concerning Torchwood before, he'd have been genuinely surprised. As far as he could tell, all Rhys' problems with Torchwood eventually led back to Jack. Or at least that was how Rhys seemed to perceive things.

[twmagdalena]

"Absolutely. Have you come to help me bust out?" She adjusts her bed up so she can talk to him with greater ease. "No? Pity." A smile plays on her lips. "Tell me everything I've missed. I want to hear all of it."

[damnfinecoffee]

He ignores the busting out comment, all too aware that if anyone could talk him into it, Gwen would probably be that person. Besides that, she'd already decided to give him what sounded like an impossible task. He wasn't even sure he could remember everything that had happened off the top of his head, and he'd left his diary in the Hub.

"Everything's a lot, Gwen. Besides, I'm sure Jack and Martha have already filled you in on a lot of it. What've they told you, so I don't end up telling you again."