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Apr. 24th, 2008 11:01 amJack said to rest and consider his options, and Ianto has been doing so. He's been writing in his diary and drinking a lot of coffee, both in shops near his flat and in Milliways--though sleep has been harder to come by, all good intentions aside.
Neither of his options appeal to him.
He's lost count of all the times he's started to dial Jack's number and tell him to bring the retcon--and of all the times he's started to call him and ask if he can come back to work yet.
He wrote in his diary, If I have no reason for being here, why stay? and stared out at the bay for a long time afterwards.
The phone is in his hand. It's ringing. He has no idea what he'll say when Jack answers.
[ooc: Post-Cyberwoman, plot-locked to Jack.]
Neither of his options appeal to him.
He's lost count of all the times he's started to dial Jack's number and tell him to bring the retcon--and of all the times he's started to call him and ask if he can come back to work yet.
He wrote in his diary, If I have no reason for being here, why stay? and stared out at the bay for a long time afterwards.
The phone is in his hand. It's ringing. He has no idea what he'll say when Jack answers.
[ooc: Post-Cyberwoman, plot-locked to Jack.]
