following the herd

[likesthecoat]

Taken from Lorne and everybody else.

1) Ask me anything. Anonymously (I worked out how to switch that IP thingy off, even), or even privately, and I'll answer honestly.

2) Tell me something you want me to take a picture of (bearing in mind you don't want me fired or posting classified things, people) - it can be anything at all, and I'll do my best to get a photo of it for you.

I can't answer questions or take pictures of anything classified, but everything else is fair game.

[ooc: Lorne and Ianto get busy in the comments.]

Comments

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Goo. I needed to hear that. I . . . think I need to hear that more than how sexy you think I am, really. (Not that there's anything wrong with the compliments, either.)

I miss you too. I wnt to be with you, I do, I just don't know how to bring it about.

[ooc: gonna go to bed.]

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I'll keep that in mind.

I know you do, babe. I wish there were a simple compromise here, but there's not. And I hate that, but I can live with what we've got.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Yeah. It has to be enough.

By the way, I love you.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I love you too, darling.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

And I'll never stop missing you.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I hope you will someday. I hope someday you won't have to.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, sweetheart. That's the only way I want to stop missing you.

(Your feet! I remember them!)

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Me too.

(They remember you too, babe.)

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

(I miss them, too.)

Can I vent at you a minute? I promise I'll keep it brief.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Absolutely. What's on your mind.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Just things at work. We've been looking after some people and this evening one of them stole my car.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Someone stole your car? Any chance of getting it back?

God, I'm sorry, babe.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Jack's gone to find him. All our cars have global positioning, so we know generally where he is, or at least where he left the car. I'd just rather be home than here, waiting to see what's going to happen next.

Actually . . . it's been a few hours, now. It shouldn't take this long to drive back.

Shit. Now I'm worried, too.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Is there a way you can contact him?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

He's not answering the phone.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Well, you know where the car is, right? Can you send someone to check it out?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Probably, though I'm not sure what reason I'd give. "I have a bad feeling about this" only goes so far.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Well, if you can't get a hold of him, that seems like a pretty good reason.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

. . . and the reason he's not answering is because his earpiece is in the office.

*facepalms*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Okay, not such a good reason any more.

Are you gonna be okay with this? Anything I can do?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I'll be fine, I'm sure. I'm sure it's nothing. John--our visitor--he's been having a hard time adjusting but I'm sure Jack knows what to say to help.

You're doing it, love. *curls up*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Adjusting to what? Cardiff?

Good. Anytime you need someone to offer you useless advice, I'm your man. *holds you close*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Yes.

And the twenty-first century.

You're wonderful at useless advice, sweetheart. *kisses*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Time travel? God, that always fucks people up.

Um...thank you? *kisses back*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Yes. From 1958. It's a huge adjustment and our visitors haven't had the easiest time.

Oh, you know what I mean. *kisses your temple*