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likesthecoat) wrote2007-11-28 09:33 am
likesthecoat) wrote2007-11-28 09:33 am
Cardiff, Wales [log: Lorne; setting: some time this evening]
Ianto hangs the Closed sign in the tourist office and locks the door. The fridge in their little kitchen is stocked for the night, though he makes a mental note to buy more coffee soon: everyone is mainlining the stuff, especially Gwen, as if she's afraid if she closes her eyes whatever tie Jack still has to earth will be broken.
He's managed to convince her to eat a few times, though. He considers that a minor triumph.
We can't make this better for each other, he thinks as he scans the Plass for Lorne, and feels a little guilty that he has a place of refuge--but not enough that he'll tell Lorne to go home.
[ooc: Sex in comments.]
He's managed to convince her to eat a few times, though. He considers that a minor triumph.
We can't make this better for each other, he thinks as he scans the Plass for Lorne, and feels a little guilty that he has a place of refuge--but not enough that he'll tell Lorne to go home.
[ooc: Sex in comments.]