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Log: [for Lorne]
Aug. 23rd, 2007 05:31 pmIn the end, Ianto decided not to buy flowers.
He stands on the platform where the 1755 from Crewe will stop, his hands in his pockets. As usual, he appears calm--as usual, he's not quite what he appears. There are always questions when you meet someone for the first time--but it feels different even now than it did when he was waiting for Martha and Sam and Near.
It's the difference, he muses, between waiting for someone you like and waiting for someone you love.
But before he can think on it further, there's the train.
Ianto takes a deep breath. Straightens his tie. Smiles despite his nerves. And waits for Lorne.
[ooc: Yes, it's your friend and mine, adult content. You expected maybe something different?]
He stands on the platform where the 1755 from Crewe will stop, his hands in his pockets. As usual, he appears calm--as usual, he's not quite what he appears. There are always questions when you meet someone for the first time--but it feels different even now than it did when he was waiting for Martha and Sam and Near.
It's the difference, he muses, between waiting for someone you like and waiting for someone you love.
But before he can think on it further, there's the train.
Ianto takes a deep breath. Straightens his tie. Smiles despite his nerves. And waits for Lorne.
[ooc: Yes, it's your friend and mine, adult content. You expected maybe something different?]
