It was one of the benefits of living so close to the water, Ianto thought. The fact that it was an easy walk towards the water, and from his bedroom window, he had an amazing view. Especially during storms. But on a day like this, warming up nicely with a sunny sky and a bit of wind, it was relaxing, soothing, and Ianto could do with a heavy dose of that.
Really. Other people came back from the dead here all the bloody time? Why was he having such a problem with it? So much so that he couldn't even write in his journal. Ianto looked over as Jack settled himself in the grass, then lifted a hand. A smooth, flat pebble was in his hands. "Was going to skip stones, but I think the wind's up too much."
It was too much to hope that they could just ignore Ianto's mental issues, wasn't it?