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Work. Work is good and safe and the most viable option for distraction at this point in time. Ianto does not want to think about anything - about everything, about how he's ruined it, again, just like always - and so he throws himself fully into his work. There are requisition orders to be signed (though he is conscientious of the budget and ( Read more... )
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Work, quite honestly, is the very last thing on Jack's mind at the moment. He's suffering through the third pint of water in the last quarter of an hour and trying, a little desperately, not to feel as slightly hung over as he might actually be. Alcohol is an infrequent thing for him, though not the several decades worth of experience towards tactfully ignoring the strange looks he gets as the only man in a pub gulping down tap water, and he'd indulged - a little more than necessary - last night. It started out miserably enough, scotch and more brooding than he's necessarily designed to handle at the moment, but eventually Ears had dragged him home (thankfully stopping him before he delved into tequila) and, well, Jack blearily remembers pear-flavored vodka, stumbling up stairs, and not exactly making it to the bedroom before he was half out of his clothes. That's one way of dealing with an abrupt end (yet again) to a relationship and not quite the tactic he had planned ( ... )
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To his credit, Ianto manages to keep his reaction at a minimum as Jack enters the room. He hasn't seen his (former) lover since their conversation in the parking garage, but has kept it in his mind that meetings such as these will be necessary. They have Torchwood, they have a confined space in which they are, if not required, then certainly expected to work together. He straightens, expressionless even as his heartrate jumps, and tries to keep his voice level.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was busy." Ianto nods down at the object on the table, glancing at it just in time to see the lights arc across from the technician's side to his own. He raises his eyebrows in question, but Myers just shrugs, removing his own hand.
Pride threatens to get in the way and for a moment, Ianto considers not asking for Jack's help, but he knows that it's for the best, and he shouldn't let such things get in their way as they have in the past. "Maybe you could have a look at it? You're a better expert of alien tech than I."
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"My team's always busy," Jack answers, keeping that eager-to-please smile in place in a way he knows Ianto, if no one else, will detect as an utter lie. It's a little bit of a slip, but it works so well with what he says next that he can't seem to help himself. "You should know that, sir." As well Ianto should, being as intimately familiar with Jack's style of leadership as anyone else at Torchwood Three, and he's only vaguely disappointed that his former office manager has seemed to have forgotten during his tenure as Director in London ( ... )
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Impassivity can only be stretched so far, and there is a hint of annoyance visible in Ianto's expression, a reaction to Jack's attitude, although he can only suspect it is a direct result of his own words in their last conversation. (Can one really disdain something when it's their own fault?) Even still, he knows how to remain professional; he'd done it for years at Torchwood Three, blending in as the quiet office manager while he kept his secret in the basement, and he can certainly do it now ( ... )
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