let the time fuckery begin!
WHO: Jack and Ianto
WHAT: coming home
WHEN: Sunday night, Rowan time - one day earlier for Jack, two days later for Ianto
WHERE: Ianto's flat
Jack opened the door, threw a depressingly large leather bound folder of papers on the table, and began unbuttoning his coat. "Honey, I'm home." The day he'd had, he really needed an eye roll and a halfhearted glare and a good snog. Just something normal and domestic that made him feel connected to someone who he didn't have to put on a show for. Well, no more of a show than he put on for himself every day. He wouldn't sleep tonight. He was bone weary, and he'd need to soon before he collapsed, but not tonight. Too much to do. Too much that needed seeing to and sorting and organizing and for him to pull money out of thin air for.
WHAT: coming home
WHEN: Sunday night, Rowan time - one day earlier for Jack, two days later for Ianto
WHERE: Ianto's flat
Jack opened the door, threw a depressingly large leather bound folder of papers on the table, and began unbuttoning his coat. "Honey, I'm home." The day he'd had, he really needed an eye roll and a halfhearted glare and a good snog. Just something normal and domestic that made him feel connected to someone who he didn't have to put on a show for. Well, no more of a show than he put on for himself every day. He wouldn't sleep tonight. He was bone weary, and he'd need to soon before he collapsed, but not tonight. Too much to do. Too much that needed seeing to and sorting and organizing and for him to pull money out of thin air for.