[Continued from here]

Villiers' room.

Warm, lived in, and a comforting sight to Villiers, who hasn't seen it in quite a while.

The briefcase goes on the floor. Ianto, meanwhile, gets pressed against the door as soon as he's inside by a kiss.

...what? He just feels like it. And he's not a doormat all the time, you know.

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More reading.

Reading reading reading.

Ironically, on all the fae-related stories he can find in his collection. Fortunately, they were a rather common topic during some time frames.

Villiers.

He looks slightly dazed.

Mostly because he can't believe his luck, because really.

Really.

Even though it breaks his brain.

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This seems to be an increasingly common occurrence. Even if it's only the second time it's happened.

Villiers, dragging someone along into his room.

And waving cheerily to his lover.

Reading, on the couch, is one of Villiers' favourite activities.

Even more so, now, that he has the perfect cuddlepartner when doing so.

"Ode 22," he reads. And smiles.

A kiss, to the top of Imriel's head. "Quite befitting of you, I must say."

And he reads:

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Villiers’ flat.

Nice, clean, simple. Very warm, all wood and earth tones. A potted plant, a few framed photos, splashes of colour that stand out from the browns and creams. It’s a very classic look, and Villiers just happens to like it that way.