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likesthecoat) wrote2007-07-14 06:14 pm
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Bute Park, Cardiff
It's chilly but clear out--though it will rain by nightfall, from the look of the clouds in the distance--and Ianto spreads a blanket on the grass near other picnickers and kneels down to unpack the basket. "Cheese and crackers for starter?"
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"For now it's just three screwed-up people trying to make the best of what they've got, I think."
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She pulled back, sitting up to card her fingers through Ianto's hair. "I assume you've talked with Lorne? I know leave is difficult to get but is there a chance he might be able to take some time off?
Does John know? I don't remember if you said he did, maybe he could help Lorne get leave... It might be easier making a decision if you know how well you and Lorne do in person. I mean, if you guys are half as good as we are..." She trailed off jokingly.
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"We've talked about it some, but mostly in a 'maybe someday' kind of way.
"He knows. He figured it out. But Lorne keeps telling me how important the work they're doing is and he doesn't want to leave it undone . . ."
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"What was the problem with me grabbing him and then taking him back five mninutes after we had taken him again?"
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"It's the showing up out of nowhere, taking one of their people and disappearing into nothing that worries me. Not how long you'd be gone. It's a military base. They'd probably notice you right away."
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[ooc: bedtime.]
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"I can't quit Torchwood. And I'm not ready to leave Jack."
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"No. I can't."
He turns onto his stomach and rests his chin on his arms, thoroughly depressed.
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"You feel for Jack, care deeply about him and he's apparently a very good lover. There's every reason why you would want to continue seeing him."
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"No. I don't hate him. But I can't love him, either. He'd never love me back--it's just not him."
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He sighs and leans on his elbow to look at her. "But is that enough? Proximity and affection? Sometimes I think it is and sometimes I think I must be mad for getting in this deep. I just--I just wanted him for so long . . ."
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