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[theunascended]

He'd almost forgotten about laundry. He'd actually needed to do it, so when Jack had mentioned doing laundry, of course Daniel had agreed. And then they'd fought and Jack had left and not come back. He wasn't sure whether Jack wasn't going to be there. He definitely wasn't going to stay if Jack was there, but he did have to do the laundry

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[captainjack]

Every Sunday, like clockwork, Jack came down with the clothes that he and House had worn through the week. It only amounted to a couple loads, but this week it was less because the clothes he'd worn to dig...he'd thrown them away.

He walked in and dumped them into a machine, set it to start, and turned to walk out. Daniel had been crystal clear yesterday, and Jack wasn't going to stay just to fight with him again.

[theunascended]

And there he was, like one of Daniel's walking nightmares.

"Don't leave on my account," Daniel said tiredly. He probably had bags under his eyes, not that he cared. With the fight yesterday and Ianto still acting oddly, he hadn't gotten much sleep and it showed.

He crossed his arms on the table and buried his head between them, desperately wanting Jack to stay, but not about to have his heart walked on again.

[captainjack]

"Are you going to start up where you left off yesterday?" he asked tersely. Asked...but stopped short of the doorway.

[theunascended]

"Are you going to pick up where Owen left off?" Daniel returned, barely picking his head up. "Oh, wait. That was a kiss, never mind. We aren't to that part of the argument." With that, he put his head back on his arms, waiting for Jack to leave again.