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Ianto was a master at ignoring that which caused him pain. At least outwardly. Within was a trial, every errant piece of clothing, every flash of color, every look of sympathy Banon gave him summoning up a reminder of why he was trying so hard to keep himself occupied. But to anyone who might have ventured near his hut that day, he was just a man training his dog.
Sit, stay and come were simple commands that they had already mastered, but 'roll over' seemed to be giving Banon great trouble.
He was being patient. Everything these days was an exercise in patience, apparently. But to be patient, to wait for Charlie to make a decision without having any influence himself, was beginning to wear on him. He couldn't do anything to help his case, or even pretend to help his case, for fear of upsetting her and for simply not knowing what to do.
"Really, it's not that difficult," he said as if Banon were completely capable of understanding. "I'm not going to demonstrate. Just roll over." A hand motion accompanied the command, which Banon watched with cocked head, but no other reaction.
Sit, stay and come were simple commands that they had already mastered, but 'roll over' seemed to be giving Banon great trouble.
He was being patient. Everything these days was an exercise in patience, apparently. But to be patient, to wait for Charlie to make a decision without having any influence himself, was beginning to wear on him. He couldn't do anything to help his case, or even pretend to help his case, for fear of upsetting her and for simply not knowing what to do.
"Really, it's not that difficult," he said as if Banon were completely capable of understanding. "I'm not going to demonstrate. Just roll over." A hand motion accompanied the command, which Banon watched with cocked head, but no other reaction.