Jack’s descent down the ladder was slow as he knew sleep wouldn’t come but he should probably get a change of clothes. He deserved Owen’s hatred and he deserved to suffer. That was why, when he realized he wasn’t alone in his room, he immediately spoke up.
“Ianto, I think-”
He was abruptly cut off by a fist to his face. “You git!” He was slammed
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