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Ianto showered, put on trainers and jeans and wandered out again. He was trying not to find this place creepy; or at least not to show it, keeping his muscles loose, and looking curious more than anything else, hands in his pockets. He wished he had a gun. No such luck.
He headed towards the coffee machine, grabbing a cup and trying to to be freaked that it tasted like his. "Tell me I'm projecting," he said out loud, absently.