[for ianto]

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Jack had been at Stu's for days, working on so many parts and pieces that sometimes he thought he'd go blind. Finally, one evening it got too dark and he laid the pieces in the little box so none would get lost and rather than trouble Jane, he made his way down the path to Tosh and Ianto's hut, wondering how they were recovering from the past week. He was finally to a place where he could think about Gwen and that day and the TARDIS and the drill without getting ill. Mostly.

"Ianto?" he called, knocking lightly. "...Tosh? Are you inside?"

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"You know me better than I do," he said quietly, following along willingly. "How is it you do that, again?"

[coffee_sir]

Still smiling, he shook his head slightly. "Better to have you wonder, I think," Ianto replied, letting go of Jack to move his book from the bed.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I think I can handle that mystery," he said softly, the hush of the evening and the gentle touch making it impossible for him to want the spell broken.

[coffee_sir]

Book set aside, Ianto knelt one knee on the mattress, and nodded towards the bed. "Get comfortable then," he instructed with a slight grin and soft voice before laying down on the bed himself.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He laid down and stretched out, his shoulder popping loudly as he reached above his head and curled his arm under his head, laying on his side to face Ianto.

Imagine that, I'm not even naked," he laughed softly.

[coffee_sir]

"Will wonders never cease," Ianto deadpanned, then turned on his side as well. "How is your shoulder? Did you get very battered up out there?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"No, it's fine. It always does that now," he replied dismissively. "I never let it heal right back in September, so..." he shrugged. Not much more to say about it, really.

[coffee_sir]

"Hm," Ianto noised softly, reaching out to run his hand up and down Jack's back again. "Should take better care of yourself," he said gently.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Right," he agreed quietly. "I...swim. It helps."

That and not following people into the caves, ever. That helped too.

[coffee_sir]

"Sorry," he said, feeling that he had somehow stepped over a line there, then settled into silence, quietly rubbing at Jack's back and not disturbing the hush of the night with chit-chat.