Ianto watched as the coffee dripped into the two mugs which he had prepared. Days had passed and he could feel the pain dulling, but it was still there, persistent, hidden between his heart and his lungs. The world kept spinning, people kept living, walking in the Plass above their heads. But it still wasn’t right, it was as if things were slightly
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