Dear Sir (3/?)

[flopsy_cotton]

Ianto's back, and Torchwood has gone to hell in a handbasket.

Title: Dear Sir (3/?)
Rating: Call it a PG. For the moment it isn't really, but it'll get there (and possibly further)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do however own a lovely coat just like Jack's, which unfortunately, doesn't count.
Warnings: Spoilers abound. Anything we've seen

Comments

[galaxy_song]

oh I loved all three parts but the last one was so sad.

[flopsy_cotton]

It is a bit sad, but things are going to get better, at least Jack has sent a response... of sorts.
Ianto won't have man!pain for much longer.

[tau_sigma]

Ohh. I hope you manage to post more soon. :) Poor Ianto and his man!pain. *huggles him*

[invisible_lift]

Step One: Bring me Jack Harkness. (No, really. Come on. It'll be fun!)
Step Two: Watch as I explain to him the finer points of e-mail communication.

Ouch.

Will there be more of these?

[flopsy_cotton]

There shall be more, though probably not until after Doctor Who is finished. My muse runs away when I squee too much.

Don't worry, Ianto is seriously unimpressed too. Though when I say unimpressed, It's more of a 'going to hurt the next person who reminds me even slightly of Jack' kind of unimpressed.

Though perhaps you're method would work a little better. That, and I could really enjoy watching it!

[invisible_lift]

See, I want to know why the message was so short. Surely Jack's got a reason. He's not needlessly cruel.

But yeah. Ianto? He's going to have plenty of steam to boil off.

[flopsy_cotton]

Jack isn't needlessly cruel! He's just... busy. (Well, thats one way of putting it)

I think Ianto might just get a decent reply next time. Well, a reply of more than one word anyway. Poor thing's got enough on his plate without the angst and manpain.