Who: Jack and Ianto
Where: Ianto's house
When:After
this conversationWhat: Jack has something hopefully less traumatising this time to tell Ianto about his future.
Status: Closed/On-going
Warnings: Swearings, etc?
It was a little bit like waiting for the last episode of the season to air in one of those tv shows with a tonne of twists and turns that had a history of being either really, really fantastically done or a little bit of a let down. The dark grey sky wasn't so much raining on him as
misting, making him flip his jacket collar up to avoid getting the tiny droplets of water down the back of his shirt as he walked the last half-block or so from the bus stop to his door. So, he was finally going to find out what had
happened between them. Whatever it was had been a constant presence, but try as he might he'd never been able to figure out what it could have been. The suspense was going to kill him.
Focusing on the steps to get the coffee going helped him settle a bit, one of the things he liked about the process. For all the comments that had been made about weird illicit kinks for the coffee machine at work that only seemed to respond to him (probably because everyone else was just plain impatient and out of practice), it really was just that it was soothing. Perform a series of actions to produce desired result. Repeat if necessary. Perfectly predictable, perfectly controllable.
Coffee brewing, he stripped off his jacket, now complete with what appeared to be tiny stars or diamonds glittering on the black wool. He wasn't wearing a tie, but otherwise his outfit was comfortably familiar while at the same time a touch informal enough to pass without looking odd - trousers, untucked shirt (the cuffs loose so he could now roll them back up over his elbows), waistcoat. He crossed the room to hang the coat up, then returned to start glancing through the mail.
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