James doesn't really object when Milliways turns up in place of the loo during the Andy marathon. They're all having a blast, and the lost episodes are even better than promised, but the chance to walk off the stiffness from hours spent on the sofa is welcome.
So, post-loo, he goes out for a walk. It's lovely outside at Milliways today, and he's soaking it up when he sees the familiar figure over by the stables. After the excitement with Terry, he's glad to see her looking so calm, and he loses no time in making his way over.
The constant headache has faded into little more than background noise for all of them, and he's scarcely aware of the other bumps and bruises sustained during the fight with the Amok. After all, he's got Gwen at home, for however long that lasts, and Jack here. For however long that lasts. (It's not on the same level emotionally, of course, it can't possibly be, but it's still fun.) Who has time to feel a few aches and pains with that going on?
"I've got the day off back home, been watching an Andy marathon with my friends. Needed to stretch my legs a bit."
"Andy Pinkus, Rhamphorhyncus," James says, rattling off the multi-syllabic word with ease. God knows he's had enough practice. "It's an animated show, for adults. My favorite, I've got just about everyone at work hooked on it."
Except for Ianto, who always declines invitations to his coworkers' flats, and Jack, who's never struck James as the unwind-in-front-of-the-telly type anyway.
It occurs to him, though, that the younger Jack might be.
"I'll bring my DVDs back here sometime. You might like it."
"Yep," James confirms. "We have one at Torchwood called a pteronodon, she flies too. Only dinosaur on the planet, far as we know. She's a sweetheart, too. She loves chocolate."
"We had a few fights, but I don't think he's a problem anymore. The others . . . We can come out if we're needed," in a precise tone, "and sometimes we're really needed," in a Boston accent, "an' sometimes it's just fun," in a Southern drawl.
So, post-loo, he goes out for a walk. It's lovely outside at Milliways today, and he's soaking it up when he sees the familiar figure over by the stables. After the excitement with Terry, he's glad to see her looking so calm, and he loses no time in making his way over.
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--And looks briefly abstracted,
Now him, I like. So do I. He's a good soul. Shh-- He's smokin'. Shush!
and snorts before grinning at him.
"Hello!"
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"Hello, Echo," he says. "How are you?"
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The constant headache has faded into little more than background noise for all of them, and he's scarcely aware of the other bumps and bruises sustained during the fight with the Amok. After all, he's got Gwen at home, for however long that lasts, and Jack here. For however long that lasts. (It's not on the same level emotionally, of course, it can't possibly be, but it's still fun.) Who has time to feel a few aches and pains with that going on?
"I've got the day off back home, been watching an Andy marathon with my friends. Needed to stretch my legs a bit."
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Except for Ianto, who always declines invitations to his coworkers' flats, and Jack, who's never struck James as the unwind-in-front-of-the-telly type anyway.
It occurs to him, though, that the younger Jack might be.
"I'll bring my DVDs back here sometime. You might like it."
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The parallels to Myfanwy, Torchwood's pet pteranodon, has been the subject of much discussion and many bad jokes during the marathon.
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"I'll let you know when I think of one."
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"You do seem well," he observes. "Have you figured out how to keep things under control?"
He knows she'll know what (who) he means by "things."
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"We had a few fights, but I don't think he's a problem anymore. The others . . . We can come out if we're needed," in a precise tone, "and sometimes we're really needed," in a Boston accent, "an' sometimes it's just fun," in a Southern drawl.
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