And my universe gets dimmer every day...
When not compiling lists and trying to make sense of the current crisis affecting Chicago, Ianto deals with little housekeeping things, such as warning people away from a certain hallway.
There is tape bearing the words, 'DANGER - KEEP OUT' stretched across either end, and he's currently affixing a set of signs to the wall. The signs read, 'HALLWAY CLOSED: GO AROUND' with a little hand-drawn map showing detours around Silent Hall, and, on a smaller sign, 'NO, REALLY. KEEP OUT OF THE HALLWAY. PLEASE.'
Every so often, he glances into the hallway, wanting nothing more than to venture in there with a box full of Brillo pads, perhaps a belt-sander and some fresh paint...
But, given his abject failure with the morgue, he very much doubts he'll get anywhere there, either.
He's settled into a quiet, unobtrusive kind of misery. Given everything that's happened, especially Jack being here and gone and back again and gone again, he's not even trying to hope for anything. He just deals with what comes, cleans up Torchwood's shit, and carries on as always.
Part of him hopes Jack ended up in Narnia. Jack... Jack would probably enjoy Narnia. Depending on the time period, he might just end up flirting with Caspian.
...But then, that's not precisely Jack anymore. Before Suzie ended up locked in a room with the man calling himself Judas Reyc, Ianto had never seen her cry, never seen her break. He knew, in a detached way, that she had, but he'd never witnessed it.
He never wants to witness it again. As complex as his feelings regarding Suzie Costello might be, there's something gut-wrenchingly wrong about seeing her so apparently helpless.
Of course, she's in love with Jack. He's painfully familiar with what that looks like. So he's been looking out for her. Getting her coffee, and what other small things she'll allow him to do. She did as much for him, a couple of years ago, and, as far as he's concerned, he owes her that much. They may not have heart-to-heart chats, but they have their own quiet understanding...
And their shared grief.
...Not that any of this is getting those signs put up, or saving the lives of any wanderers.
Right. Back to work.
There is tape bearing the words, 'DANGER - KEEP OUT' stretched across either end, and he's currently affixing a set of signs to the wall. The signs read, 'HALLWAY CLOSED: GO AROUND' with a little hand-drawn map showing detours around Silent Hall, and, on a smaller sign, 'NO, REALLY. KEEP OUT OF THE HALLWAY. PLEASE.'
Every so often, he glances into the hallway, wanting nothing more than to venture in there with a box full of Brillo pads, perhaps a belt-sander and some fresh paint...
But, given his abject failure with the morgue, he very much doubts he'll get anywhere there, either.
He's settled into a quiet, unobtrusive kind of misery. Given everything that's happened, especially Jack being here and gone and back again and gone again, he's not even trying to hope for anything. He just deals with what comes, cleans up Torchwood's shit, and carries on as always.
Part of him hopes Jack ended up in Narnia. Jack... Jack would probably enjoy Narnia. Depending on the time period, he might just end up flirting with Caspian.
...But then, that's not precisely Jack anymore. Before Suzie ended up locked in a room with the man calling himself Judas Reyc, Ianto had never seen her cry, never seen her break. He knew, in a detached way, that she had, but he'd never witnessed it.
He never wants to witness it again. As complex as his feelings regarding Suzie Costello might be, there's something gut-wrenchingly wrong about seeing her so apparently helpless.
Of course, she's in love with Jack. He's painfully familiar with what that looks like. So he's been looking out for her. Getting her coffee, and what other small things she'll allow him to do. She did as much for him, a couple of years ago, and, as far as he's concerned, he owes her that much. They may not have heart-to-heart chats, but they have their own quiet understanding...
And their shared grief.
...Not that any of this is getting those signs put up, or saving the lives of any wanderers.
Right. Back to work.