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Some nights running the Hub felt like a hassle with which Ianto just didn't want to deal. Worrying over alcohol stores, listening to other people chatter, none of it felt so important at times. But other nights, like this one, he felt as though wiping down the counters was the only thing he could do. It satisfied him and kept him, just for a few hours, away from home and the reality of his wife who may or may not be dying. It kept him from needing to worry; he could pretend as he turned over chairs that nothing was wrong. The only thing he needed to concern himself over just then was cleaning up and taking his time with it.