For Ianto; Post TW Canonpuncture
Reflexively, Ianto held her arms gently, steadying her after the small collision. He felt resigned, and tired. Jack had chosen the Doctor over them, and when he thought about it for even half a minute, it made sense. That's what they all did, all those associates of the Doctor. Just left.
His brain felt blurry, too much information crammed into it. And tired. Not as though he wanted to sleep, but exhaustion. "I.." he started to answer, then frowned. "Where's--" Ianto blinked and let go of Gwen, glancing quickly at her and back at Jack, before slipping towards the door to find Ace.
Muffled sobs could be heard faintly from where Ianto had stepped out of the room - when Ace had left the room, she'd not made it terribly far before she'd just slid down the wall, her knees to her chest as she pressed the sleeve of her coat against her mouth to stay quiet. No one had helped him. They'd just stood there- except Ianto- when there'd been a bullet in his head, and he'd been shot in the chest. And then-
Her shoulders hitched, and she rest her forehead on her knees, not even realising that Ianto had left the room.
His brain felt blurry, too much information crammed into it. And tired. Not as though he wanted to sleep, but exhaustion. "I.." he started to answer, then frowned. "Where's--" Ianto blinked and let go of Gwen, glancing quickly at her and back at Jack, before slipping towards the door to find Ace.
Muffled sobs could be heard faintly from where Ianto had stepped out of the room - when Ace had left the room, she'd not made it terribly far before she'd just slid down the wall, her knees to her chest as she pressed the sleeve of her coat against her mouth to stay quiet. No one had helped him. They'd just stood there- except Ianto- when there'd been a bullet in his head, and he'd been shot in the chest. And then-
Her shoulders hitched, and she rest her forehead on her knees, not even realising that Ianto had left the room.