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Euan asked me to stay with him last night: the birthing center kept Eleanor and the baby overnight and he wanted company. We haven't really sat down for a chat since I left London, and he wanted to know if I get what's up with Macsen (which I don't, but none of us do--I suspect in ten years he'll either be selling braided leather necklaces on a beach in Greece or counting his millions from having invented some universally beloved doohickey), and why I came back to Cardiff (I said work and he laughed for a full five minutes and then said, "No, really, Ianto.") and how I'm coping without Lisa.

I said I'm coping just fine, that I'm dating somebody. Two somebodies, kind of, so of course he wanted to know what that meant, so I explained about Jack and Lorne as best I could without going into too many details. He found this difficult to comprehend, but he's never really got the bisexuality thing anyway. ("So which one's the girl?" "They're both blokes, Euan." "So there isn't a girl?" "There's no girl, Euan." "But if you're bi, shouldn't there be a girl?")

It's easier to talk about relationships than work with family, anyway. I can't tell them about Torchwood. I wish I could, so they'd stop thinking I've given up.

Maybe I should join Macsen in selling braided leather necklaces.

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Back in Cardiff. My nephew's beautiful. I feel like I should say something deep about new life and the magic of birth, but I haven't got a thing.



(Okay, maybe I've thought "I want one of these someday" a time or two, but that's all.)