Who: Ianto and Jack Where: Ianto's apartment! When: Afternoon What: Jack has been ignored for a bit. Status: In motion. No clear rating as of yet.
Ianto had been hiding. He knew it, and he admitted it to himself. He only went to the shop at night to get work done, brought most of it home, and was usually as he was now; holed up in his room surrounded by paperwork and blankets. He knew in his heart of hearts that watching the series he was from couldn't bring anything good, but he'd actually started to be hopeful after the series showed him and Jack bonding more and falling into a relationship. It wasn't until the third series that he saw the negative side, and suddenly realized how little Jack truly shared about himself, and how little he gave to the relationship, revealed itself to him.
At least he hadn't completely lied about the migraines. Fretting and angsting over his future, or possible future, really did split his skull in two. He'd gone through three bottles of aspirin and most of the extra strength stuff he'd gotten from the woman who'd contacted him. It didn't seem to help, so tonight he'd put down his papers and pulled the blankets over his head, turning out the lights and waiting for the throbbing to subside.