Ianto Jones

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.]

At precisely 12:15, Ianto straightens his tie, puts up a "Closed for Lunch" sign on the tourist office door, and goes down into the Hub proper to Jack's office. He raps on the door with his knuckles. "Sir?"

In the end, Ianto decided not to buy flowers.

He stands on the platform where the 1755 from Crewe will stop, his hands in his pockets. As usual, he appears calm--as usual, he's not quite what he appears. There are always questions when you meet someone for the first time--but it feels different even now than it did when he was waiting for Martha and Sam and Near.

It's the difference, he muses, between waiting for someone you like and waiting for someone you love.

But before he can think on it further, there's the train.

Ianto takes a deep breath. Straightens his tie. Smiles despite his nerves. And waits for Lorne.

[ooc: Yes, it's your friend and mine, adult content. You expected maybe something different?]