This was... unsettling to say the least. He was asleep. Jack hadn't thought a construct made form his own nightmares to distract him would sleep. The suit was gone. Jack had never seen the man from his dreams without it. The suit and the tie. Even when the dreams were in space, air slowly running out in the tanks strapped to their spacesuits, the three piece suit and tie was on underneath, just barely visible under the visor.
He was also holding... Jack spared a quick glance for the coat tree in the corner. It was empty. He was sleeping curled around the coat, both arms clinging to it, face buried in it. It was hard to be mad at that. He just looked so... so small. Small and so completely unlike what jack knew, what he remembered and recognized, what he dreamed about.
He wasn't looking at his boots, but when he took a step forward, the sound was muffled by felt. He glanced down. Booties. Booties over his combat boots. Lovely. Jack crept over, as quietly as he could, sick fascination forcing him on. When he was right next to the bed and still not sure what to do he just stopped. Stopped and stared. His wrist tech ran a silent analysis. Low brain activity, slow resting heartbeat, sluggish metabolic rate, barely there alpha waves. A body asleep. Jack just stared for a long time, and then, as quietly as he could, he whispered, "Ianto?" to see what kind of unconscious reaction it would get, computer still monitoring and confirming slumber.
He was also holding... Jack spared a quick glance for the coat tree in the corner. It was empty. He was sleeping curled around the coat, both arms clinging to it, face buried in it. It was hard to be mad at that. He just looked so... so small. Small and so completely unlike what jack knew, what he remembered and recognized, what he dreamed about.
He wasn't looking at his boots, but when he took a step forward, the sound was muffled by felt. He glanced down. Booties. Booties over his combat boots. Lovely. Jack crept over, as quietly as he could, sick fascination forcing him on. When he was right next to the bed and still not sure what to do he just stopped. Stopped and stared. His wrist tech ran a silent analysis. Low brain activity, slow resting heartbeat, sluggish metabolic rate, barely there alpha waves. A body asleep. Jack just stared for a long time, and then, as quietly as he could, he whispered, "Ianto?" to see what kind of unconscious reaction it would get, computer still monitoring and confirming slumber.
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