Post-Countrycide

[othercaptjack]

Jack is thinking about torture

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto puts a hand in Jack's and braces himself on the car door. "Make the world stand still," he mutters before hauling himself out.

[othercaptjack]

"I'll do my best," he tells him solemnly, sliding his elbow under Ianto's as he gets out. He might be slim, but he's tall too, and Jack wants to be able to catch him if he collapses.

"Just get into the hub and you can sit down."

[likesthecoat]

"Okay," Ianto says faintly, all but leaning into Jack as he gets the ground under his feet.

[ooc: Sorry about the wait--we chatted for a lot longer than I expected.]

[othercaptjack]

The office is blissfully - if almost unnaturally - quiet as they head in, even the rumble of the door opening to the hub seeming somehow distant. And, thinks Jack, if he's feeling tht spaced out, it is absolutely anyone's guess what Ianto feels like.

He steers the boy to the sofa firmly, and sits him down, eyes tracking over visible bruises with inward icy anger, but without commenting.