ianto's diary: 3/31
the hurry up and wait of Torchwood. I'm sure she's used to it with UNIT, but I can tell there's something just below the surface that wants to run headlong into things. Jack gets that way too, sometimes, wanting to save everyone. I think it's hold over from traveling with the Doctor.
Jack
[Attached note from Jack:
I -
TW-0001984-063827-A
TW-0001984-062720-D
Anything you can find on the Sedizea.
My office at 14:30 to brief Martha.
-Jack
PS:
It will get easier.
I promise.]
Gwen used to tell me that the problem with my relationship with Jack is that we don't communicate. I used to think that was the sort of bollocks you get from women's magazines, but perhaps she was on to something. After our sprawling miscommunication confusion oh god, clusterfuck. There is no other word for it.
Anyway, after that, we've bothbeen trying to... well, talk, I guess. Communicate full thoughts. Avoid the vagueness that's been the cornerstone of the relationshp we've been
trying to cobble together.
It's... different. It's hard.
But better. I don't know. I think to think about it a bit longer.
Owen
Something's been different with Owen. He's been going out a lot more frequently. A little more distant back at the flat. I wish I could be home more to see what's going on, talk to him about it, but he also seems... hopeful. I don't know. I'm just glad he seems to be interacting with other people. Maybe this is the right combination of meds. Maybe we're headed in the right direction.
I'm allowed to be hopeful too, aren't I?
maintenance
Cell door - melted
(find some way to prevent this in the future?)
SUV restocked
(first aid kits!)
ladder to Jack's quarters