It's been eight months since Ianto ran away from home, more or less. It wasn't surprising that things were a bit stilted, was it? It was hard to remember how to be easy and natural round Jack. All he felt now was overwhelmed. Like he was drowning. "I haven't really thought about the Hub, no. Just .. the people in it. I sort of feel guilty, now that I think about it. Here." Two cups were set down, side by side. One for Jack, one for Ianto.
"The good thing about working here is that it's generally quiet enough that no one minds if I sit and have a cup with a customer. Unless you're in a hurry...?"