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Ianto Jones (iantojones) wrote in silverage,

He followed Tony over to the desk, hands still in his pockets. He noticed the other scientists just ignored them, as if they were furniture. Either they were very dedicated to their work, or they were simply used to Stark grand-standing all over the lab for his newest victim.

Unfortunately for Ianto he'd been taking a sip of his whiskey at the exact moment Tony asked him that question. He snorted, breathing the liquor up his nose. He coughed loudly, taking a deep breath and ignoring the burning sensation radiating through his face. His job interviews always seemed to have one embarrassing moment. With Jack it had been rolling around on a warehouse floor and then realising exactly why his new boss had suddenly changed his mind about hiring him.

"No," he replied once he could speak clearly again. Perhaps he'd spoken too forcefully, but he was from a century where anyone with half a brain thought racism was bigoted and disgusting. Plus... he'd dated Lisa.

"My --" He paused, taking a deep breath. He wasn't ready to talk about this was a stranger. "No. No, of course not. I'll have no problem at all. I'm looking forward to meeting her."