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[coffee_sir]

Some nights running the Hub felt like a hassle with which Ianto just didn't want to deal. Worrying over alcohol stores, listening to other people chatter, none of it felt so important at times. But other nights, like this one, he felt as though wiping down the counters was the only thing he could do. It satisfied him and kept him, just for a few

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[mentalistjane]

The door to the Hub creaked open slowly, and a tall, ragged figure stood there for a moment. Tanned to a brown crisp, bearded and dressed simply in cut-off khakis, Patrick Jane had seen better days. However, he didn't feel like slicing his wrists open or tearing apart the first person he had seen in nearly two months, so that was a plus.

It was Ianto, at any rate, and he and Patrick had a ...special sort of kinship. If there was anyone who understood emotional turmoil and the need to keep it under wraps? It was the staid British man currently turning up chairs.

Patrick cleared his throat, and then said softly. "Closing up, or do you have time for just one more customer?"

[coffee_sir]

Ianto turned at the sound of the voice, a familiar one he hadn't heard in some time and had, frankly, thought he'd never hear again. A month and a half was a long time not to see someone wandering about the island. He took in Patrick's appearance with one quick glance.

"I've always time," he said with a faint, true smile and moved to the bar. "What would you like?"

[mentalistjane]

"Something strong, preferably." Patrick made his way to the nearest bar stool, and sat down on it. He rubbed his face briefly, wincing at the bristles on his face, and then dropped his hands to his knees.

"How long have I been gone? Time's ... sort of gotten away from me lately."

[coffee_sir]

"Little more than a month, as far as I know," Ianto replied as he pulled down two glasses and a bottle of whisky, the good stuff that he'd hoarded away and carefully rationed.

He poured them each a measure. "It's been a month and two weeks since Valentine's Day, anyway." Though he himself had escaped unscathed, Ianto always looked at the island hijinks, especially holiday related ones, with a wary eye. Even the simplest of tricks could have serious fallout.