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Edit: Sam, everything I say here still stands. I'm glad to see you're all right.

That first night Sam visited me we went to one of my favorite pubs, where the staff loved him for trying to speak Welsh (emphasis on trying) and any number of girls tried to chat him up, and we both drank too much and he giggled at me quite a bit.

(There was also some indiscriminate kissing. On my part.)

He was a big, silly, clever, brilliant man and it hurts to think of never speaking to him again. Edit: Thank God that's no longer an issue.

I miss Lorne so much my body aches.

I'm taking the train to Swansea later, to fetch my car from my parents and spend the weekend with somebody who'll coddle me. It's hard to say who's more disappointed right now, them or me. They thought I was finally moving on from losing Lisa; I thought I was starting a new life. I think I have moved on, but not in a way I can really explain to them.

At least I'll be seeing Martha later. Perhaps Jack as well.

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I miss you too, babe.

How are you? Is everything settling back to normal?

I'm getting by? Things are pretty much back to normal. I got to tell my team today that 'oops I'm not resigning afterall and let's just forget that whole conversation ever happened.'

How are you?

How'd they take that?

I'm . . . here. Had a long phone call with my brother Euan earlier, which helped things a bit.

Parrish was happy, Cadman was sympathetic, and Ramirez gave me a weird look. I seriously have no idea what's up with him.

Good. And you're going to see your parents today?

Yes. I'm taking an evening train and staying until Sunday night.

I haven't decided yet if I'm bringing the laptop or leaving it at the flat. I'm thinking I may need a break from online for a bit.

Okay. I'll miss you.

I miss you now.

I miss you too, sweetheart. I just need a little space to think.

I understand, darling.

[Private to Ianto]

Ianto, buddy... I don't know what to say.

When I go for real, I hope you get tapped to eulogize. Hope that day's a long way off, though. And... sorry if I stole your thunder by not being dead. It was an accident, really.

(Wait. Were you indiscriminately kissing me? God, I must have been so wasted. You'd think I would remember something like that...)

Seriously, thank you for this. That weekend feels like it was forever ago, but it sounds like you remember it every bit as fondly as I do. Although I regret to inform you that my Welsh has not improved. It... What you said really means a lot.

I hope your time away helps you get your head on straight, and that being with friends will help you work a few things out.

I know you don't want me to say I'm sorry for what you're going through, but I will say that I think it sucks, and that they're making a huge mistake. They'd be lucky to have you working for them in any capacity, and more importantly, you and Lorne deserve a little fucking happiness.

And that's way more than I intended to say in the first place. I hope I get to talk to you again soon, man.

[Private to Sam]

Sammy, you can steal my thunder this way any time. Not that I want you to be thought dead again, of course.

(No, those two girls, remember? Rhia and--the blonde one with the earrings? The brunette was Rhia. I remember that distinctly.)

Lorne is coming out for New Year's, I think: he's applied for leave, anyway. I suppose we'll just have to make due with whatever time we get, just like before.

Next time I'm in the States we'll have to find a way to have a drink and a talk.

[Private to Ianto]

I'm glad to hear that. Going to try my best not to let anything like that happen again. It's a little too Tom Sawyer for my tastes.

(Really? You were macking on TWO girls? And I didn't get any action at all? I'm sort of disappointed in myself.)

That's great news, and I hope you two manage to make things work, maybe even better than before. And keep in mind that this was just one idea that didn't pan out. There's always another way.

I'd like that. And if any more women try to hit on you while we're at it, you can feel free to steer them my way. It's always a good idea to keep your wingman happy.

[Private to Sam]

(Yes, I was, and you were giggling at us. You really were too drunk to remember, weren't you.)

I hope so. There really aren't many options open to us that I can see.

Let's pretend I said something witty here. I'm not much for wit today.

[ooc: want me to throw up a log? its technically evening for me, so I wasn't sure when would be good for you...]

[ooc: Now's good. I'm home from work.]