She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
In the Kashtta Tower's lounge, Suzie Costello is sipping an unholy concoction made mostly of hot cocoa, with some coffee and whiskey added for flavour. It has whipped cream on the top. She's frowning down at a small device, probably alien in origin, which is rattling in a regular repeating pattern, and poking at it
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J turns back to the boiler, reading the warning labels. He glances at a gauge or two. Flicks a fingernail against a pipe. The pipe does not attack him. That's a good sign.
After a minute or so he exhales, steps out of the room, and COLLIDES with Ianto despite the fact that Ianto was almost certainly nowhere near the boiler room and J himself really should have been.
"Vakoxe!"
He reaches out to make sure Ianto doesn't go toppling into anything on instinct, and then follows up the curse with a selection of other Ransham invectives, both offensive and obscene. None of them are targeted at the faun. He'd just like to know why this is happening.
Aaaand his hands are still on Ianto's shoulders. He'll be fixing that, now, and giving Ianto a thin grimace to replace them.
Leaving? Apparently not happening.
The grimace fades after a moment and he sticks his hands in his pockets, stepping back until his back rests against a wall. What's he supposed to do, here? There's nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing ( ... )
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He glances at Ianto from the corner of his eye, but he can't respond to what he knows he's feeling.
"Yeah," he agrees instead. "No harm there."
(Don't go.)
He doesn't have a choice.
He stops looking when he realizes that's not true. I have a choice. There's always a choice. But the other options I can reach are a hell of a lot worse than going. ...every last one of you saw who I am. And the person you want back is the one who would have to make this decision.
Time to go, then.
He steps forward, approaching the door with a wary eye. It seems perfectly mundane and doorlike, not that that particular quality seemed to mean much with the other ones.
With a decisive inhale, he steps forward.
...nothing happens.
He turns, looking back up at the threshold he just crossed - one which notably didn't spit him out anywhere it shouldn't have - and spreads his hands in demonstration. Well. Look at that.He should... really, really go, now ( ... )
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"Thank you for the help," Ianto says, with a little nod and a smile that comes nowhere near his eyes.
He watches J for a moment, unsure what to make of that last... request? His voice is almost too soft to hear when he responds.
"...You, too."
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