Not-OOM: Ianto

[isaysimplewords]

Cal is at a table, as usual, with a raktajino, also as usual. What is slightly less usual is that he isn't really indulging in the people-watching that, in Milliways, is never boring. Instead, he's looking a bit thoughtful, his gaze somewhere off in the middle distance.

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto debates throwing coffee beans at his head.

Instead, since he is All Grown Up and everything, he sits at Cal's table and picks up his flagon of raktajino for a not-at-all surreptitious sip.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal blinks, then brightens a little as his eyes focus on the stealer of his drink.

"Ianto! Hey. It's been a while on my end, how've you been?"

[likesthecoat]

"Hello, stranger," says Ianto. "Has it been? I swear I was just here yesterday.

"I'm...rather good, really. Still alive and kicking. How are you?"

[isaysimplewords]

Cal looks amused.

"Milliways," he says. "I don't get doors as often as I used to. That's okay, though." He doesn't need them to show up that often anymore.

"I'm all right. Hey, I wanted to ask you - what's UNIT?"