This isn't fucking funny any more. As if it even was funny in the first place.
[Private. Very, Very Private.]More than a week he's been gone and I haven't even been able to locate him. No matter what I've done, I've come up with nothing. Everything is upside down and backwards and I can't make heads or tails of it. And, for the first time, I feel completely helpless -- a feeling I don't often like to admit to having.
God, had I not been turned into the man I once was, this never would have happened. There never would have been that night with Gwen and I -- the Master never would have taken Ianto -- and I'd be able to wake him up in the morning for a proper 'happy birthday'. As it is... I have nothing but an empty bed beside me.
I swear to god, if he is harmed in
any manner, I won't be held responsible for my actions.
I truly hate drinking any more, hate the way it dulls even my sharp senses. Right now, however, I could go for a scotch.
[Ianto.]I don't know if you still have access to your PDA or not, but happy birthday
lover.