There's a knot of anxiety in the pit of Ianto's stomach as he showers and dresses. There's been a knot in his stomach every morning since Owen's friend died, wondering if this is the morning he and Owen need to talk about what happened, if this is the morning he has to watch Owen, the real Owen, fall apart again. He's been busy with work and Owen's ( Read more... )

( I don't know what to say about Owen. )

Owen is asleep when Ianto leaves for work in the morning. Well, unconscious would probably be closer to the truth. He was up half the night alternately crying and staring into space while Ianto unhelpfully pat his back and attempted to make dinner ( Read more... )

Ianto begs off a bit early, leaving the others to clean up the day's messes. Owen's not answering his phone, which has been happening more and more lately, but something about it just doesn't sit right today. Ianto left the flat in the morning with Owen a little spacey, a bit slow, forgetful, and quiet in that way that always makes Ianto worry. ( Read more... )

( It is very important that I write about something. )

For the first time in a long time, the team night out is pleasant. It doesn't feel awkward and no one is tip-toeing around anyone else. Jack keeps filling Ianto's glass in a way that makes Ianto think that his languid temperament is one of the things keeping it relaxed, but Ianto doesn't try to stop him. It's nice to just sit in a pub with his ( Read more... )

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Jack is standing in his bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth as he inspects his neck and shoulders ( Read more... )

@IJH8sCardigans: There was a time when we were very good at this. It's applied lying. Did that for months. I certainly shouldn't panic like a little girl. about 16 hours ago

@cardigan_owen: @IJH8sCardigans We'll just add that to the list of 'things you do like a little girl' then? about 16 hours ago

@IJH8sCardigans: @cardigan_owen Oh, shove it. ( Read more... )

( I miss her. )