[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]

"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.