"Ianto..." Yes, he called him Ianto, not teaboy for a second time. He shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it over a chair, making himself comfortable in the small coffee cafe. It was nice, homey, and very Ianto to him. Nope, no animosity. He had become friends with the other Ianto, well, this Ianto? Ok that was confusing.
"Well can I have one? The coffee around here is shit compared to yours." He plopped himself in a chair and grinned at him. "How ya doin?"
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