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Ianto leaned against a tree in the park, looking up at the stars. He normally wouldn't look for the way between home and here more than once in a week, but after the argument with Lisa over Jack, he needed to escape reality for a while once more. It bothered him that he felt this out of control, his life spinning away from him bit by bit, and nothing he could do but clutch at the pieces and try to patch it back together again.
He shifted, standing up straight when he heard someone approaching, sliding one hand into his pocket to wrap it around the switchblade he carried everywhere. "Who's there?" he called, his voice steady and calm.