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coffeeboy ([info]coffeeboy) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-13 01:12:00

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Entry tags:ianto jones, owen harper

who. Ianto & Owen
what. attempting conversation
when. tonight.

Ianto headed round to see Owen. He wanted to know what was up with Owen. The fact Owen hadn't wanted to speak about it made him more determined to find out. It proved he could put aside any petty arguements they might have to show genuine concern for a friend. He rang the bell and hoped Owen would answer. He held a bottle of wine he'd brought back from his trip as a sort of peace offereing.


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(Anonymous)
2008-06-15 01:43 am UTC (link)
Owen thought about it. He liked that smirk on Ianto's face. Reaching up, he brushed his fingers against Ianto's shoulder, gently squeezing it. He had a similar smirk on his face as well.

"I trust you. I'm saying yes."

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