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"It did not feel crowded at rush hour?" Teyla asks, confused.

Mun facepalms.

"Sorry, concentrating on driving. It only felt crowded at rush hour.

"Here's my flat," he says with relief as he pulls up in front of the block.

"Ah." Teyla had simply worried she didn't quite understand the concept of 'rush hour'.

She glances up at the building. "You live here?"

"Yes. There's an elevator so you won't have to take the stairs." He parks the car and gets out, and goes around the car to open the door for her.

Ianto might be gratified to know that he is probably the most gentlemanly person Teyla knows. She takes his hand for support as she gets out of the car, following him to the building.

If Ianto knew Sheppard, Ronan or McKay, he's understand.

"Um, do you know elevators?" he says as they walk inside. "They're . . . lifts. They, er, lift."

He knows Lorne, at least. That might add to his understanding.

"I am familiar with the concept, yes." It's how the people in Atlantis had described the transporters at first.

"All right."

He presses the Up button.

Familiar as she may be with the concept, she still reaches for his arm again as the elevator starts to move.

"Oh," she says in surprise. "I...you can feel it moving."

"Yes, sorry. It's on a pulley system. We haven't reached transporter levels yet."

It's a short ride.

"That is quite all right," Teyla says softly. The look on her face should be a good indication that she really rather thinks it was brilliant.

And apparently she was not the only one. As she steps off the elevator, she stops and presses a hand to her side, wincing just a little.

Ianto watches her, worried. "You can sit in my flat," he reassures her. "Put your feet up and--well, if you need a doctor the one I know best has terrible bedside manner but lots of knowledge and experience. So. Um."

"It is nothing," she assures him. "He is merely kicking."

And then, mostly because she wants to see if the idea unnerves him as much as it had John, she adds, "Would you like to feel?"

"The baby kicking?"

His face does several things, subtly.

"Certainly, yes." His palm hovers over her belly.

She smiles and takes his hand, pressing it to her belly, low on the right side.

"Dr. Keller says he will be a...soccer star."

Ianto chuckles. "Well," he says softly, fascinated. "Isn't that something.

"Soccer's a game you play mostly by kicking. Over here we call it football."

"Yes. They play it in Atlantis at times."

She grins when she sees the expression on his face.

He smiles and removes his hand. "Isn't Atlantis a city on water? Where could they play a decent game of football?"

He takes her elbow to lead her to his flat.

"There are several wide, flat piers that are often used for such games. John uses them for...the other football? Whenever he can get enough people together."

"American football, I assume." He unlocks his door and holds it open for her.

It's small and tidy and clearly the home of someone who isn't there much.

It reminds her vaguely of Rodney's quarters--though perhaps a bit tidier--which she supposes is appropriate.

"Yes, I believe that is the sport. I confess I do not entirely understand it."

"Neither do I." He hangs his coat and puts the satchel on the kitchen table. "So, how do we set this up?"

"It should be on the floor," Teyla says, looking around the flat for a suitable place. "Though the tray should be set up in advance."

Ianto nods, and moves his coffee table out of the way to clear an open space. He places a cushion on the floor, as well, and then gets a serving tray out of the kitchen.

He Is Ianto. He Gets Things Done.

Teyla sets about unpacking the items they will need from Ianto's ~~bag of holding~~ satchel.

She folds the cloth over the tray, suddenly much more somber than she has been on the rest of the trip.