When Ianto entered Jack’s office, clothed in suit and overcoat, holding two travel mugs of coffee in one hand and displaying the stopwatch with 17 seconds left, Jack was confused.
“Ianto?” he asked. “You’re leaving? I thought we were gonna play with the watch.”
Ianto stepped closer to Jack as the older man leaned back against his desk, splaying his
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Can a melted brain dream? If it can I should have great dreams tonight!
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*tries not to die so she can read the next part*
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