[BTR] [RP] The future teaches you to be alone, the present to be afraid and cold.

[hey_capn_jack]

{{OOC: Backdated to Ianto's retrieval date.}}Certain people's relationships can best be destroyed as "mutually assured destruction." Call him rather all-or-nothing in the pursuit of fatalism, but Jack frequently has the feeling that his relationship with Ianto, apparently in whatever universe or set of circumstances it occurs in, is one of those

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[hey_capn_jack]

One knock, and Jack's focus undergoes a very brief and inverse nova. He hones in on the sound, then his awareness widens to scope the door, whatever he can hear from the hallway outside...

Well, there were no hoofsteps. That's something, at least.

He takes a moment to steady himself, get himself to a position where he doesn't look quite so much like a wolf backed into the corner of a sheep pen.

Calm. He is calm. He's collected, and controlled, and despite the fact that he's been Jack Harkness for all of one short month now, the title's no more a lie than it' ever been.

"Come in."

[hey_capn_jack]

Jack's very glad that Ianto warned him about that "empath" thing. It gave him a chance to make sure all his shields were up as strong as he could get them. The nervousness registers, but only as a pressure against those shields. Sure, a determined psychic would be able to get through them with relative ease, but luckily for him, Ianto doesn't seem to be determined right now.

Not that it's not setting him off as much as the rest of this situation is - the sight of him, the Sir, the edge of uncertainty in the air between them. He's just gotten good at working through that sort of storm of emotions.

He tilts his head, gauging Ianto. Taking in all the ways he's similar to the ones he's known, all the subtle tics of posture, voice, presentation which are different. Establishing a baseline.

After a moment, he gives a very, very thin smile and gestures to the chair in front of the desk. "How's Chicago been treating you?"