Ianto arranged the tea things and sandwiches on his tray and took it up to where Jack sat, staring at nothing.
“I thought you might be a bit peckish,” he said softly as he sat the tray on Jack’s desk. “I know you always are after dying.”
Jack nodded absently.
Ianto tidied the already tidy plates, wanting Jack to say something, anything. When he didn’
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